Silent Night
The pain never goes away even with unspoken words…
For
All I had was my pen and paper hoping….that someone would eventually see the real me; not that of make believe… but one of a beautiful spirit and not that of a flock of wounded birds.
So here we are…
Beaten up with invisible and hidden scars…
Hiding behind a brick wall with a couple of bars…
Crying and screaming in the middle of the night; wishing that this very night; would blast me through the dark blue skies with clouds and stars.
Dear God! I can no longer feel my heart beat…
No more breath circulating through this form of body formally past on with the slaying of…“A piece of meat”.
Hating the thought of what tomorrow may bring…
When all I see from day to day is all of the greed; Feeding life into material things; and not that of morals and the mutual understanding of human emotion and needs; only the consent of ill wills and adulterated flings.
So why try to rewrite the wrongs when so many has changed the direction of the perfect light?
Because my light,
My views and insight are different from those who have fallen off the radar and off sight.
For
My lane is my lane and I still have a chance at love, happiness, and a spiritual connection with God’s help that will turn the direction of my pain.
So,
Will anyone take the time to see the real me before it’s too late?
I don’t know because I was never given the chance known as the clean slate…and as night begins to fall each night… will one of those days be my one and only true night; when chosen… “SILENT NIGHT”
THE END…
Copyright © Tiffany Saxon | Year Posted 2017
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