A River Gone Dry
A crumbling river of red and broken stones found itself
flowing through the cracks of an aching heart…
A hurting soul of human pain that painted
itself upon a heavy chest..…
Bits of escaping light attempted to sparkle through the
brick wall that seemed to suddenly cement itself,
creating a barren locked door.
Heavy was the soul,
although light attempted to fiercely travel
through the deepening cracks of its aching heart…
A sullen desert resided within her innocent eyes,
pools and rivers, gone dry,
with no tear, yet to cry…
How many years, weeks and days had gone by,
without a drop falling from heavy dry eyes?
….Heavy chest…
and hurting soul,
a heart begging for mercy called upon faith
to break down its doors,
so that a river could flow through the desert once more…
– Ariana R. Cherry 2018
