Just like any other day
How did we end up here.
Where
is
here
.
Was it there that we started?
I mean…when did start, start?
How did I string all these words together
Incoherent, I conjured
These fragile thoughts
My mind could not stop
My breath was catching up with my heart beat,
I screamed, “Its not fair.”
I SCREAMED, “ITS NOT FAIR.”
Was I trying to make someone hear me
Making sure someone will hear me
Denying the truth that the odds are against me
That others are screaming the same line
Stuck in their own lives

Everything is broken
All around me glass shattered
F r a g m e n t s
Streaks of blood across the floor

My tears were red
My palms and fingers could now write
Its singular
Long gone is the plural
I could still see my morbid being
The reflected image of a nearby broken glass
That s a good sign
Light is struggling to break in

I just need to hear those lines
“I’ve been there, I’ve done that.”
I just need to hear those three words
From anyone,
“I feel you.”
And I need to hear from God
More than ever
That “It is okay
Everything is going to okay.”

When my ears receives aid
And my heart finds strength
To stand up again
It will no longer matter
When did start, start.
Or how did end, end.

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me, "God, what should we feel about it?"
God, "Nothing."
me, "God how can we feel nothing about this? It is so unfair, it just is. Everything is just so...broken. So lost, so hopeless."
God just held me close to Him, and i continue kicking and screaming, the same three words over and over again.
And all He said was, "Son."
He knew no words or rationale thought could justify my feelings.
He knew best that a hug would say everything words cannot say.
Everything words never meant to say.

This is my story.
I listen to their stories.