An Empty Reservoir

Patch these holes,
hide these scars,
disguise this withered heart
that beats to give pieces
of itself away;
That trusts too easily,
Loves too earnestly,
and ends up with nothing
but holes and scars.
What once thumped with purpose
is now an empty reservoir,
with nothing left to offer anymore.

Exhaustion consumes emotion
and every vital limb and organ.
Building this new protective fortress
took all the energy they had left.
Legs won’t run, and feet can’t leave
without their companions;
Heart’s too shy to will them now –
Mind’s too tired to figure out how.

But there’s something in me,
A faint flicker in the emptiness,
The smallest spark of desperate faith.
Somehow I know it’s enough for you –
I offer you my broken heart
and all my insecurities;
It’s not much, but it’s a start.
Help me patch these holes
and hide these scars;
Fill this empty reservoir.