A Season of Drought

Sleepless wet nights
Tousled sheets
Recurring incidents
Slipping from my hands
I watch all stability leave me
Praying for a miracle
Only to be paid in reality
Wishing for a vent
An outlet
A refuge
A counsel
To let out my frustration
To be understood
To be healed
To find release
From this eternal cycle
All along I trudge
Through the hot difficult sands
Of this season of drought.