ache

My heart hurts
the desires are overwhelming me
it takes my breath away
oxygen fights to fill my lungs
I feel like I will barely make it through the day

And yet I will
but to face the same battle tomorrow

It is the hardest thing to know
to be passively rejected
repeatedly its crushing

Its hard not to ask the question
what is wrong with me?
I know that is not what I am suppose to ask
and denials will arise

But underneath the surface
there it lies
Ache
God don’t let me settle for a bandaid