his love

Three hundred and eighty one days,

Forty three weeks,

Ten months,

And seven seconds ago I found his love.

I now walk with chaste, the wind blowing against every fold of my crown

Standing tall and proud, embracing every bit of my faith.

I walk further along but judgment suffocates me from behind

I walk faster and faster but no matter how far I run,

Hate and I are completely entwined.

Oh lord, why me? I cry every night

I get down on my knees, place my head low, hands on the ground

But my elbows high.

I then raise my hands, hoping for the one thing I dreamt of but could never seem to find,

Peace.

A sardonic word indeed.

They all say peace and safety until it’s actually necessary.

‘We’ll protect you’ they say ‘were the good guys’ they claim,

But deep down they have not even an ounce of shame.

The innocents they harm, the lives they end,

Just cause of our beliefs?

Oh lord,I find it so hard to comprehend.

I walk further along but judgment suffocates me from behind

I walk faster and faster but no matter how far I run,

Hate and I are completely entwined.

Oh lord, when will it stop, when will we be free?

[he says]o believer have patience and put your trust in me!

If I put my trust in him and have patience will there finally be an end?will it stop my misery?

Put your trust in me, he says

Put your trust in him, she says

Put your trust in him, they say

Surly they must speak the truth?

And so my trust I placed with him just as he said

and if I had to go back those three hundred and eightie one days,

Forty three weeks, ten months, and seven seconds I wouldn't.

Not now, not tomorrow, not then, not ever ever ever again.