I have a yearn
That my heart burns for.
How do I learn,
When all it does is churn and churn?
I have a yearn I don't know how to satisfy,
It's something I can't deny,
It feels like I'm waiting for the ocean to drip dry.
My heart has a desire,
But it's getting so tired.
How am I to find the thing I long for
When I do not know the shape of it,
Or the color,
Or the texture.
How is it supposed to feel?
Is it even real?
I just need it to heal,
Before it begins to peel every part of me away.
Before it consumes my airways,
And I begin to decay.
My heart burns so badly
And I believe it to be for love.
It scorches me
In loneliness,
In jealousy,
In misery,
In emptiness.
My heart burns for something I am not sure is good for me.
It wants too much,
Never knowing when to give up.
My heart automatically loves,
Without it being asked to.
But it constantly aches with this blazing fire
For something which I deeply desire.
How do I achieve such wholeness?
I feel consumed by all this brokenness.
I wish there were an easy answer.
All I am left with is this:
My heart burns,
And my stomach churns,
As my insides turn,
I begin to learn,
That there isn't a simple answer.
My heart burns,
Because it yearns
To be eternally loved.
