I have in hand a broken stick,
I am sliding down beneath the earth.
The open-pit to swallow me up.
My anger rages on.
Who will stop me,
Who will care.
I made a huge mistake
in sharing my pain.
I see only eyes of pity
Eyes of avoidance
Eyes of disguss.
I am tired of the pain I feel
I sit in the pew hoping to feel God
I only feel the rush of voices tearing my heart in two.
I shut off my phone, I shut my door.
No more to go.
For it is better to hide,
then be put to shame
Better to stay home , than be criticized
For there is no love out there.
For it is my pillow who holds me tight.
In the sleepless nights.
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