How many times have you said
new creation is not just for your generation
that the remnants of peoples will become the lifeblood of your nation
how often
have you driven me to transformation
and i have tended toward apathy and stagnation
how many days
how many days have you traced the edges of my unhappiness with your eyes
hungry to trace them with your hands,
hungry to heal me when i , i am hungry to stay dead
I am done with that
How many times can i embrace the truth?
How many times can i remember that you have scars too?
How many, how many
times can i find that i dont have to jump through hoops
and still not believe
but i am done with that
how many times have i seen?
how many times have i pulled back the black sky
to thank you for the water that falls from my blind side
how many times have i smiled
simply because i saw your face peek out
in the darkest of moments
how many, how many times
have i acted like i haven't known it
it was you
How many, how many times, can i quit?
I don't want to continue.