She wears a sterling silver lie on her finger,
A Christmas gift, unintentionally leading her into Fraud,
months after the wrapping paper had been torn away.
Never gifted with piano fingers, hers pulsated with words waiting to pour through her pen
Having passed faith tests with flying colors, she looked at the rounded Christ less crucifix, Jesus replaced with fashionable jewels,
She believed it was a medal for coming out alive and in faith
Little did she know that the test was a mere three months away
Not unfamiliar with temptation,
She knew her weakness,
Knowing herself only to be human,
Seeing the ins and outs of her fragility,
Still pushing onward into hope,
Bordering on the suburban developed atheism, but always landing on the grassy faith.
But as one who was too old to be young forever, there was one whose failure
Would drag her out to the desert littered in nihilism.
She feared how at home she felt there,
Seeing her reflections not in any oasis, but in the land that once held such promise
But had been drained of breath and water
The dry ground being undistinguishable from her feet,
too tired to keep going, too broken to stay,
Ignoring that lone piece of metal, glaring from her fingers,
Being covered in the dried and drained land,
Hiding away the lie that was stuck to her,
Fingers swollen with the untapped sap,
Too thickened with sorrow to be drained easily,
Growing into her skin, scarring over,
Ingrown faith, digging itself under her skin,
Unavoidable metal in a desert so bleak,
A Medal that brought prior pride
Now a blood clot in vain of surviving.
