Pain in my heart, suffering in my spirit. My mind is screaming inside my head, so loudly, and I’m wondering why no one can hear it. Does it show on my countenance?
I’m trying to face the despair, with hope fluttering in the forefront of my consciousness. Yet, even this action gets me nowhere, so why does it seem like the hope has fled?
I’m so miserable, but without any apparent reason. Why can my joy be stolen so easily? I didn’t use to be so sad. I guess I was a happy person at one time, but now it’s hard to find even a single reason to smile. I’m breathing. I’m alive. That’s two reasons to be happy right there. I pray for guidance, to help me out of this spiritual rut in my life.
I’m smothering under the weight of this torment, unable to feel whole even though I don’t really have anything to complain about.
I need to be thankful for what I have, and not let the sadness surround me like a thick, impenetrable shell. It’s my last defense around my heart.
I need something more than just this. This is not what my life was meant to be. I was created for a greater purpose than this meaningless existence, but when will I realize this?
How can I even face each day, when the ones before it haven’t meant anything? I want a true purpose, a defining moment to guide me toward my destiny. Where will I find that?
My eyes are closed, and I’m walking in total darkness, shocked by the fact that I’m not running into my metaphorical brick wall. Maybe I’ll just wander around until my purpose finds me. It can’t be too far away. Surely, it’s coming faster than I can see. I only hope that when it finds me, I’m not already so far gone that it won’t matter when it does.