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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