MY DESERT TERRAIN – Victoria Angelique

There are moments when I am dry

         Isaiah’s valley of bones could’ve tossed me a stone onto my desolate desert soul

I do not always produce life

         Sometimes instead of water, salt pours out of me – rushing like faucets

It’s not always healthy

         In these moments I try to pull it together

Grasping for sustenance I fail to fuel what I have forgotten

         I sometimes run my tank on empty

Is it normal to be in the negative

         Or is the struggle merely relative

Maybe there are no real answers in the desert