"In the pain, there is healing. In your name, I find meaning. So I'm holding on."

I'm buried in the dirt,
my sores scorched and burning like a desert.
Just turn me over, I want to see the horizon.
look me in the eyes, hear my cries and
Rock me back in forth,
'till my wounds heal, 'till I begin to feel.
Instead you left me, in this austere room,
and I'm searching for clues,
to tell me whether or not this life is real.
The fluorescent lights are my companion,
but even they were an omen.
I sit beside the darkness,
beaten at best, waving my white flag, defenseless.