Crushing
I faked my smiles so they believe I was fine
Then sweep all my burdens away in a glass of wine.
Drowned deeper in the tears of my mental crash.
Washed my pain in agony, a blood bath .
"Let me drink my past away with honor," I said;
Maybe I can heal from those stinking wounds sooner.
'Let me twine the ropes and hang my past', I wished;
Maybe the hefty ebbing corpse of my dreams will be lighter!
One day the pastor asked me to stand- he prayed for me;
Sprayed my head with the 'Holy' waters so i could see.
It felt like a high school play; my heart laughed all my hopes out.
Put my bible on the shelf and gave myself to demons for a feast
I died, maybe a thousand times before redemption found me.
As my pen bled pain on this paper I found the rain;
It was on the walls of my heart that my poems shed the tears
And when I was done, I found courage to fight all my fears.
Copyright © Aldreen Munyoro | Year Posted 2023
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