If you’re real then where are you?
And if you’re real, then how could you?
Why do you abondon us, leave us in the hands of our mental warfare, it’s unjust of you and I don’t think I can trust you
I remember falling face down before you…all I wanted was to adore you, but you said yourself it wasn’t enough and now I don’t think I can trust you
I made myself open the blinds, unlocked the door then stepped outside and all I found was me
Yes, all I found was me
I broke the rocks, called upon the wind, fell to my knees from the earth quaking, I built a fire inside a cave, but you never spoke my name, I sat and listened anyway
Then in the silence I heard someone speak, it was a still small voice and the voice was me
This shit used to mean something But Elijah it was your voice, baby
Fall to my knees scared to try to breathe. My own voice was foreign to me
If you’re real, where are you?
And if you’re real, how could you?
You leave us in these dark places it’s chemical warfare behind the Traces of lines on my many faces
And I don’t think I can trust you
Written by: Stacy Johnson 7-4-19, cycle day 9 Mother/maiden