Poison

Venomous words of the serpent. Bleeding wounds that sting. If I continue to stay how wise would I be? Benefit of the doubt cast time and time again. Forgiving them for striking. Helping hands I continued to lend. Enduring each bite despite the ever growing pain. My cross becoming increasingly heavier each time I accepted blame. Crying out to God. Begging for peace to calm my rambling mind. Stood at the crossroads knowing the way I should go but I pretended to be blind. Out of fear of letting go I held on tight to what I had known. But the seeds of understanding grew not. No matter how many were sown.