Marked

I am haunted by the shadow of a wish that will never be. Hanging aspirations on a starburst in its dying throes. A dream breathing its final breath. A death rattle in the glow of a moon beam.

My ocean will not be returning, still the shadow overcomes the frozen tide. A glacier of longing, too vast to be overcome in the heat of desire.

This is the blade I use to carve my heart. Chasing what will forever be out of reach. Seeking out that, that I will never have. An oasis of a reminder that still...I am not whole.

Would completion bring an end to the dream? Would a wish fulfilled prove my undoing? In settling for comfort, I have forsaken life itself...left to mark the days as they pass, on a heart that's run out of room.

NH

2013