Treasures Along the Way

No words are coming this week
The well is dry as a bone
Maybe because I am empty
The surface appears swept away
Like the pioneer’s deserted cabin
With tumbleweeds rolling by

The constant never-ending drought
Has leeched the hopes of recovery
Too many days of pain
Too many disappointing roads
The roof is finally caving in
Over my head

There may have been a few signs
Along the way, shining some light
The need to find that little pinhole
Becomes as critical as water in the desert
This lonesome traveler is weary
Looking for a welcome respite

Somewhere deep, deep inside
Something keeps me hanging on
Someone must know the darkness here
Somehow, some way the Light will come
Sometime the answers will appear
Some day, I will live again