Before Stone Cradles My Head
Praying for forgiveness
but the damage is done
still learning to walk alone
cause who "I AM" keeps
me shunned
The doors keep closing
in on me all through veiled
hypocrisy but what they all
have failed to see is that
I will never be anything other
than "ME".
It's true I've not always done
what is right, but for my mistakes
I've already paid the ultimate price.
So continue to judge me if you'd like
go hang me out to dry if that makes
you sleep a little better at night
for as Bad as you all may have
perceived me not once did any
of you try to wipe a single tear
from my eyes...
I want everyone to know
all the hurt buried in my chest
all the scars worn privately to
no one did I ever confess.
I'd much rather you think me crazy;
All F'ed up in the head then to
let anyone else know what I had
to take every night with me to bed
There are many ways of dying
but guilt, self reproof and regret
had already beaten me to death
Still unlike any of you God never
left me, judged me, or abandoned
me NOT ONCE.
Instead he stood by me til the end
laid my worries to rest , stone pillow to
cradle my head.
Copyright © Madelin Barton | Year Posted 2014
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