A State Of Desolation Poem by Christopher Cariad

We all have periods in our lives that just feel so desolate.
Like wandering in a desert, sand on our lips.
Cracked and bleeding from lack of food and water.
Stumbling and falling on the loose sand.
Hopeless.
Barely able to keep our eyes open from the dry wind.
Not even wanting to keep going, but just wanting to lay there
And allow the buzzards to pick away at what's left.
How do we survive this?
Where do we regain that motivation to live, to fight?
Our own minds fighting against us.
We defeat ourselves.
Not knowing that we can't be defeated.
We are the people who is saved.
The deserts come and go,
Desolation all but destroyed.
As long as we just continue to follow the Sun,
We will make it to this stream of living water.

© Christopher A Cariad 2025