The soul is filled with an empty hole. I seem to stand at the edge and peer into the darkness. This darkness is so thick it lays on you like a blanket. Is it familiarity that keeps me in this place?

I fall on my knees and beg. I raise my hands to the sky and wait. I sobb uncontrolably and I submitt myself to brokenness. In my hands I hold my heart. When I am in this place I have the ability to offer myself, just as I am.

I pound the earth and scream. As I scream I release the demons that have taken over my body. I bury my face. I am afraid to look into those eyes that so honestly relate to me.

I close my eyes and imagine a place where light permeates all pain. I imagine that angels carry me into serenity. They gently set me down before a throne that rises above as far as the eye can see.

Then I feel the warmth of human touch and the fire of spiritual awakening. I am unable to breathe, or cry. I am powerless and it is a welcome change. I remain frozen in this space, seeking only to be left alone.

The answers that elude me are as perplexing as the questions that tug on my heart strings, and slowly unravel my soul.