My heart is like a desert.

It is harsh and barren.
With nary a hint of green.

My heart is like a desert.
Where dark night descends
With nary a hint of light.

My heart is like a desert.
Where rough winds rip their talons through
Carving valleys and rivets in my heart.

My heart is like a desert.
Where the scorching heat burns like wildfire.
And the chilling cold clutches with icy fingers.

My heart is like a desert.
It is a frozen one. A tundra.
All stark whiteness and blackness at night.
There is no colour.
When all colour there is
Has been stripped away.

Grant me the mental fortitude to weather this harsh desertscape.
Grant me the strength of will to stand alone and stand strong.
Because to stand without the one person in my heart, requires more than just pillars of strength to hold me from fallin.