Ascending the Descent

The hours of twilight mix with a mist of starlight and attempt to sanctify a blistering soul. Soon the soul awakens from slumber and the heart grows restless, consumed by a ferocious fever. Isn’t it about time to ascend the darkened stairwell and reach for a spring morning sky? As fire erupts over the jagged horizon dewdrops glisten like a field of diamonds and the soul is overcome. The hurt escapes from the corner of an eye and wishing becomes a redundant prayer. Why can’t I break free from the demons that haunt and demoralize me? Is my heart so hardened as steel that it cannot be softened or penetrated by a bullet with butterfly wings? Can I not resist the powerful hunger that persistently plagues my thoughts? Am I so weak that I cannot crawl towards destiny and my eternal salvation? Has pride locked my knees from bending and being callused? I am ashamed by my lack of commitment and communication and the walls surrounding me echo silently and I am alone but I am not one, I am zero.