some believe in the deity
others in the sanctity of self
I think poetry is a religion
a soul unto itself
not a god
but close
and I seek her his its
calming words
wisdom
to get on my knees
and worship
every night
alone
here
in my sanctuary
like any
true believer

I helped you heal and soothed your pain
Now I'm the one whose going insane

What use is it to dream of angels
When I was held in the arms of one?
I was a devil, driven by anger
You tamed this heart & made me better

Was it pity you gave, or was it love?
Why do you touch me only with gloves?

Are you scared of how they'll react
But why would you be... if you loved me back

Shhhh
Can't you just listen
Please for once
I know God gave you ears
I know you can hear
but it is so much *more than that
Please just *listen
To the sound of my voice
Take in the words
that I am saying


No
Uh uhhh
Stop right there
Can't you see I am hurting
Do you not see the pain
You do not have to fix me
Sometimes you just cannot
Please just hold my hand
Hug me
*Hurt with me