Finding Faith

Searching and flipping through lines and pages,
Of my dear heart,
Looking forward to finding answers asked.
Where do i start?
At a point, hope was high like surfing waves.
My eyes were blind.
My quiet thoughts became strained like rain soaked cloth.
Faith i can’t find.
Desires piling up like remains from war.
Stench from undone,
And unanswered prayers filling my thoughts.
My legs can’t run.
Take me to the place i want to be now.
Faith is what i seek, but i don’t know how.

Olaveez