Writing

my final fate– here i stand as the anticipation builds. 

all i ever spent my life waiting for

stands still here– emotionless 

I was broken

When I met you

Yet you treated me

With compassion

Despite all my flaws,

Despite all my emptiness

You handed me a pen

And showed me a path to the light

The milky twilight 

Soft and still

Drenches me in feeling. 

My eyes illuminate, 

Reflecting the light of a million stars

Each one a place I’ll never know. 

I was so quiet then, 

standing all alone against the concrete wall 

in ill fitting jeans 

with an awkward bob made of my soft blonde hair. 

I listened instead of speaking 

How can you say that you are a provider of justice?

You pledge loyalty to sin like it's a hobby 

just to turn around with a cross in hand

and sickly smile in the next.

So explain to me how you should get to decide

I wasn’t

Sure.

Not one hundred percent.

I knew I wanted it

But I wasn’t prepared last time

We weren’t ready last time

I’m surprised I was ready this time.

But I was -

We were.