Something to Believe in

Fresh off the press:


Something to Believe in

Give me something to believe in

I say

On the very day when I bore witness to a miracle

I was absent

Living life as it is meant to be lived

Disproving all that I had been before

Is that right?

The wall displays my path of life

My favorite sayings and my moments of light

No more videos

Alone again

Alone, alone, alone

How come all that I write is loneliness?

Why is it that the time is right

But the people aren’t?

I try

But my neck is stiff and my arms are tired

I rest

I toss and turn and try to get comfortable

I write about knights

That are women with long blonde hair

Saving me maybe

But I never finish the poem

The scenarios are wild

But not unthinkable

And I’ll admit

That I have wasted too much time believing

Each week is its own chapter

I think

In this book of ours

Perhaps interrelated

Perhaps stories all on their own

Never to be relived

Stuck in towers

We whisper our secrets to the wind

And each other

And for once she completely understands

That I have done nothing wrong here

That I am the victim who refuses to be victimized

For even if I may seem broken

Broken pieces make me whole

I am human

And I’ve had my moments

That make me want to burry my red face in shame

Ashamed of what?

Of being me I suppose

For the gifts I bear may be too heavy a burden

For another to accept

I put them away

For later

For another

Repeat the same mistakes

Lather with love

Rinse with righteousness

Repeat, Repeat, Repeat

Say I’m sorry to the mirror

For I no longer talk to you

Whether its your fault or my own

We stopped keeping count

Stopped counting on each other too

Because caring for one is simpler

Than caring for two

Leading me to believe

That I may need something new to believe in