Go Ahead - Can I Cast More Light? Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

My heart has been bankrupt for many days.
Many months, to the point I've lost count
And yet, now I lean on faith and hope.
Sometimes more on one than the other.
But between these two, I pivotally swing.
Pitying my life and questioning daily
Why, why do I continue to loot my soul?
Of its future treasure, why do I yo-yo?
Feeling worthy and good, and the next
An empty vessel making nonsense noises
Anxiety is a constant companion.
It is a serpent coiling around my torso.
Crushing my heart, poisoning my dignity
I have felt penniless inside, but hungry.
Converses with the shadows around me
And I say, go ahead - can I cast more light?