Existing

No love lost
where love was absent.
No regrets defining space
you invaded my heart
left exposed to search for love.
Let me be me and not you mother
you never knowing how to care.
Jealousy? Hate? Mother’s
fugitive child soliciting strangers
longings unanswered lying in her lair.
Father where were you
silent as can be?
Never standing for justice.
Your needs too enticing
spreading legs instead of wings.
Confusing interrogations
bogging down the open space
infected. Dark rooms harbor fear
afraid to trust the light.
Blackness lashing out at any sense
of confidence. Pain merely
makes things worse.
God, professing love and peace
distant because of transgression.
No wonder people wish for death!
To escape a world dying
offering no relief even when you promise
a wing to cover me.
Rather there are spirits waging against
the beauty I seek.
These thin threads of hope thrown
tired of waiting, your creation moans.
Just be done with us forever or take your children home.
This too
I’ll get through
throw it to the wind.
I will love again.
I travel miles
searching for that ticket leading somewhere.
If God is waiting
I pray His arms are wide open.

 

 

Poetry

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