Gold Rush In

Gold Rush In

Repair me with gold
to find the beauty in my flaws. 
Fill these empty spaces
where I once was.
I am shattered.

Fix these cracks
so that I can feel whole again.
Build me stronger
than I am capable of being.
I feel broken.

Pick up the pieces
of my soul and look upon them.
Figure out the complication,
the mystery I am. Or was.
I am fragmented.

Search for me
within the storm of pain;
within the heartache.
Reach out to me,
medicate what torments me.
I am suffering.

I do exist somewhere
within this tornado of despair.
Destructive winds battering
all that I have left.
But, I am not destroyed.

I am still in here
that woman that I was. Before.
I am camouflaged
by the monster that feeds upon me.
I am hidden.

For now I rest in the eye
of this apocalyptic terror.
Breathing in. Breathing out.
Coping as best I can.
I am surviving.

I cannot see the light
to break apart these shadows.
I cannot hear a sound
to crush the deafening silence.
I feel empty.

Yet, I hang on
by a golden thread;
a glimmer of hope that you are there
Reaching out to me
to ease the heavy burden.
I am waiting.

I know there is something left
there has to be;
a lesson in the journey.
There is a message I struggle to hear
over the roaring of this demon.
I am searching.

Please, rescue my poor soul
from the belly of the beast.
Show me there is beauty
in my flaws, in my broken parts, within me.
Am I worthy?

I need to hear you say
            I am stronger than I think.
I shine brighter in the darkness.
I bend, but I do not break.
Remind me that
I am golden.




By: T.J. Ruberto (c) 2017 

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