The Hourglass Dessert

Without a home

My heart wanders aimlessly,

Its toothpick legs and weary feet

Struggling to hold up its heavy body.

Everything is blurred to it now--

Eyes too damaged

From the once seemingly endless

River of tears that has now run bone dry,

Water-desperate cracks spiderwebbed

Across the canyon of its face.

Without a home,

My heart walks on,

Bloody feet leaving splattered roses behind,

Knowing that it could--should--

Stop to rest

But it is too laser focused

On the mirage of what was once our home

Shimmering in the distance,

Beckoning us forward with shadowy and deformed

Outstretched limbs.

And when my heart reaches it

It finds nothing but limitless glass and sand

Pouring out of the broken hourglasses

That loom like giants

As vultures circle overhead

In the heat that has become unbearable.

Without a home,

My heart wanders on,

Looking for the next mirage

Because false hope is all we have left.