My Muse of Loniness

I have not lain with loniness
in this life, not
to know, the crags amd wrinkles
of her grisly face.

Each morning I awake
inexticably entwined
Her shadow cliniging
its grip beyond release.

I struggle but then
surrender, succumbing
to her night, dragging me
down to shadow's depths.

There my heart sees light.
She reveals as Muse
reawakening strength, connection
and the true understanding of my soul.

I am recreated every day.
God grants me the light of his awakening
He fills me with his purpose,
so that I may face Medusa's wrath.

So that I may spread his mission
into the hearts of those I meet.
A vessel of his glow
I sooth their souls.

Even as mine wanders
through lightless lanes
whee fear is one foul breath behind
threatening to engulf me.

Loniness is my companion
but my teacher as well
it releases
mourning and so engenders hope.

In those who have lost their
taste for life. I hear their cry
and lend my voice and
my keen sight.

To bring them from the
abyss of dispair.
To lift their hearts
as mine descends.