Days slip into days when the blazing roars of emptiness clamour over my soul,
and the dull and deadening pain of loss and grief for – what – I do not know – digs nails deeper and deeper.
Yes, there are thing to hold onto, little peeks in every day that make it a little more worthwhile,
but some how joy seems evasive, elusive, no where to be found.
Where should I go, to whom do I turn,
Home feels like the strangest place ever,
Home is nowhere,
not even in myself.
Obey, they say, then faith will come.