Stabbed in the back,
but you feel no pain.
You're pushing
but they always push back.
They leave you speechless
with your mouth wide open.
You want to speak the truth
but it sits there; words unspoken.
You're running to where He is,
but you will never get there.
Aching for their words
but they always leave you guessing.
Wondering what's next,
what's coming around the corner.
It's one step forward
then three steps back.
They keep you fighting and on your toes.
A circular path in which you can never move forward.
But you will find your way.