To try

You long for a song
That will rise from my lips

But I am too weak for
love to penetrate

The tears flow
In episodes of
fury and frustration

I strive to play nice
But my insides don't comply.

I feel knocked down
And compelled to rise.

This hollow heart
is called to love

This shallow soul
flails and fails

This knotted up mind
Strains to feel knitted.

And I am not alone.

Longings I was made to feel
Mingle with satisfactions banned and temporary
And a heart that is too weary
To attempt cavalry.

This heart longs for rest
But I'm told the road to rest is strife.
And this heart seems too knotted up
to try.