Without Peace

I am traveling with a wounded heart my pain of weariness is begining to have its toll on me. I have grown tired of the weight  that i bare upon my heart. I search for peace but it is without a location. I look for rest but it has no friend of connection to even begin.Truly i am aware that i will find it in eternal life. A journey i feel i have been on for awhile now. I have lost the anticipation here for that happiness to come, at the end of the tunnel i don't see the light anymore. I dream of a day that is simple, i hunger for only a  taste and i want for only enough. I pray for my enemies and ask for blessings of peace for all mankind. And in my heart i have none to enjoy. One day i pray to be able to feel that feeling again that comfort in my heart as well as in my life. I know not what tomorrow will bring nor the day after, so without peace i have no moment to live in. I feel like a piece of paper blowing in the wind, no direction or purpose.