Motionless
Motionless emotion, I'm shut.
Emotionless motion, I'm in a rut.
Blindly falling it's purely faith based.
My problems batter me, I must make haste.
Phoney hands reach out for me to grab.
But my wounds need to heal, let them scab.
I can't mistrust the whole population.
This isn't the time to sit in stagnation.
Wading through the bull so I can feel.
This is all a part of the process to heal.
Taking off my lens full of hate and anger.
It's time to spread love and faith, my new anchors.
Copyright © Gingy Beard | Year Posted 2020
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