River of Dry Tears…

The wind beckons her to fly but there’s no where to go…
A soul abandoned, suspended in time, tired but no place to rest…

Bitterness and sorrow fighting a battle about which one caused the death of peace…
Sorrow being the older of the two, bitterness the stronger…

Dark clouds with no rain…
A river of dry tears…
Oceans without promise…
Longing to be heard above the noise with a whisper…

Overwhelmingly full with an emptiness that drives away any comfort that could be had…
Pain so sharp that with its tearing comes numbness…

A desperate search while hiding…
Forever reaching with hands drawn back…
Panicked running all the while standing still…
A world of storm within, sunshine without…
A silent pleading cry, unheard by all…

Aching to be lost in the depths but only brave enough to stand ashore…
Begging each wave to bring back the breath of hope that’s been drowned…

With eyes closed she can finally see what only her heart can feel…
The ongoing conflict between the quest to be loved and the fear that love isn’t real after all…