Into the Heart

You know me, you know this broken and infected heart.

Words do not give justice to this mess that I live in, you know my broken ways better then I do.

I guess I am just asking to please do not give up on me. Every day is a battle and every day it gets harder to hang on to this fleeting life when the vast reach of eternity seems but a breath away.

How trite is it to ask that you be by my side, to hold me in the good and bad, to be my back and front guard and to open my eyes and heart that I seek so desperately to close?

Take this piece of stone and break it, let life flow from within once again.