|The Truth About Her
Author: Gleechumber PM
This was written after an... incident. Once I'd written it, I found that I'd got a lot of what I was feeling into it, more than intended. I actually really like this poem. I hope you do too. Rated for single use of language and also content.Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst/Spiritual - Words: 262 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 01-08-06 - id: 2085966
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The Truth About Her
Big bold letters across my arm
Sliced into my skin
with truth that stings
Reminding me of who I really am.
Blood as read as that
of any other human
Informs me that I am still living-
Despite these set backs which, I fear
I will always have.
Months since I last shed a tear,
I feel so dry inside,
and yet this pain is a reality check.
But it often pushes me
into my own little world,
into my own little wilderness,
Where I am as lost
as I ever was.
Set free by the blood of another.
Is it true that I am saved?
Because if so,
Then how come I feel
locked away for being a sinner,
for being something that I can't help but be.
Forgiveness sounds too easy-
Surely God must want
something more in return than what he
asks for already?
Although, a life is a pretty big sacrifice.
A mirror is a hard thing to combat,
"It lies" is a lie in itself,
Because when I see my reflection
staring back at me with
two blue eyes
two sad eyes
two child's eyes
I want to scream,
"This isn't me!"
And run away as though I can get away
Even though I know that I never will.
Because, weak as I am,
I keep turning back,
Keep coming back,
To a life which isn't worth much.
Not to you,
Not to Him,
Not to me.