My Life is a Desert

My Life is a Desert

My life is a desert. Big and brown and empty.

A chill wind blows sand across my heart,

       burying it forever.

Cactus needles pierce my feet and hands,

       making the blood flow red.

I place the Crown of Thorns upon my head.

Broken and bent, I ascend the Cross.

Hanging like rotten fruit from a dead tree,

I gaze across the barren landscape and cry,

"My God! My God! Why have You forsaken me?"

Published on Masticadores USA on March 21, 2022.

Dawn Pisturino

January 30, 2020; March 21, 2022

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