Child of Mine

My pain is like being lost in the Sahara.
The bright sunlight parches my soul,
cracking my foundation.

Day after day trudging through the
smoldering sand, experiencing intervals
of not being able to stand.
Unexpected gusts of wind blow hard
against my frame, filling my eyes with sorrow.

At night I'm frozen underneath the stars
that appear to be turning into slivers of glass.
They prick my skin, causing me to cry, but
my tears refuse to flow because I'm sere inside.

My life is but a breath and there seems
nothing good is left.
Shivering and weary I close my eyes to sleep,
praying the water jars of Heaven will be tilted
so that my tongue may be moistened if only
by one rain-drop to nourish my heart and help me
find my harvest that was stolen so long ago.