Picking Up Pieces

I was just picking up pieces
Because everything I love deceases
And I find solace in Tolle
Like I used to in the holy
I would pray in the pews
That God would give me advance news
Of anything I needed to be forewarned about
Then twelve hit and the doubt
Set in
Because I watched Him
Get crucified
How could Love Itself have died
A death on the cross
It’s titanic and all is lost
And I’m walking up the drive wheeling the bin
Thinking about him
And thought “what if none of it is true”
I lost absolute faith in you
And I would say my vows hoping it would return
And it wasn’t coz I was afraid I would burn
It was coz it meant that I would see
The ones I love eternally
Five months after my grandfather had died
And the anger replaced the tears that I cried
I wanted to rail against the world
But I’m only a girl
A screaming point of focus
Shouting into the great locus
Of all of creation
And I gave myself to my education
So that I might become learned
But the axis still turned
And turned and without fail
I would stand out and shout into the hail
But it did no good
And his blood
Still flows in me
I just think of our history
And how we were beaten and broken
Like refugees and boats floating
On the Mediterranean Sea
Not knowing if they’ll ever be
Safe again
I ran from my home
Til I became the One

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