I promised to explore every
twisted, lonely, and forsaken
cave that were hidden in places
all over your soul.
I did; I don’t break promises
like you break people.

I promised that I wouldn’t give up,
until I filled each cave with light,
and I thought that
I filled each crevice with enough light
to allow the blind to see.
I guess not.

Every lantern I lit,
was blown out by winds
that effortlessly found their ways into cracks
that took me months to navigate.
I explored every cave,
even when He warned me to stop,
even when He told me,
that I could explore every single
cave that was seeping and frothing with hate,
and I would never find
the explorer’s find
that would make me full.
He was right.