MY LONESOME, HOLLOW SPOT
Will I ever reach the restful place
Deep in this soul of mine?
Will I ever touch the mountaintop
So vivid in my mind?
A touch of comfort in my hollow spot,
A lonely place that lives in my soul:
It seems to linger on forever
And for some reason, won’t let go.
I’ve struggled along a rocky path
Stumbling a little each day.
Using the riverbank as my guide
As the stream flows the other way.
At times I am so very blessed;
The tenderness of love all around.
The sparkling sunshine on calm waters
Is a treasure to be found.
Other times I grasp for strength
In a desperate need to survive.
I can almost feel myself washing away
Within reach of the mountain high.
Sometimes that lonesome hollow spot
Takes over with a powerful hold.
Controlling my every thought and being
My survival carries a heavy load.
Time… My days are numbered.
And to the mountaintop I will go.
A peaceful rest will find its way
To the hollow spot in my soul.
©Copyright June 15, 2001 by Eileen Breedlove