The Vine

And I'm just so broken

Like I've run in to a wall

and my wings have given up

though my minds still yearns to soar

and my faith is wavering

although I want so badly to keep strong

its oh so hard

with such little support

A vine reaching towards the sun

without anything to lean on

needing to build up strength

to keep alive

or else all shall fall

and it will rot in the ground

trampled over

and covered by the dirt

it was meant to raise above

I need help

I need Guidance

For I will either fall to the ground

Or grow in distorted

and go in all the wrong directions

with out it

So Help me, please

I need your stake

to keep me up

I need your sun and your baby's breath

To make my life,

My vine,

fruitful

So Help Me.