The Journey

want YOU in my life.

at the bottom of the cliff
fighting, clawing,
grasping for you.

tooth and nail,
groping at thin air.

in murky watered memories...
wading through ghosts,
of hurts past.

meet me
part of the way.

through the fields of loneliness...
or call out to me;
your voice,
encouragement.

i will
continue the fight
persevere.

seeking the light of your heart...