Asleep
I have been asleep for a long time. I’m in a dark place without a light to shine. I’m on a road with broken bones and broken stones. I have scars and bruises I try to hide, trying to protect my pride. I wish the world would eat me whole, and leave me there bear and cold. With all this pain and all this hate, breaking me down until I dissipate.
I am held down by shadows in a sea of faces who are going places. I watch but I do not approach in hopes to never be broke. I walk around trying not to make a single sound. My limbs are weak they have no feeling. I am moving but no longer seeing.
Behind a smile or a laugh is where my pain tries to hide pleading for help from deep inside. There is always rain but no longer pills, I am just trying to get up these hills. I go to church but I never pray. In my mind, I speak what I do not say. Waiting and listening to what God has to say.
From the outside looking in, there is always merriment and tenderness. From the inside looking out, there is a war without a doubt. Thunder and lightning cracks the skies. As the storm rages and the clouds cry there is a sound that cannot wait. Buried deep down inside and long forgotten, there is a door and someone is knocking.
As a glistening light precise the sky a voice rings loud and wide. A voice tried and true one I always knew. Once quiet but always there is now forever loud and clear. The shadows are gone the barriers broken. The flood gates are open and I receive what was once stolen. There will always be pain and hate, but today I choose to awake.