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Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Locked Up Sanctuary

Stings endured in cold hard silence, no syllables left his tongue
Biting his lips, gnashing his teeth, forgot when it had begun
Staggering, stumbling through the dark, drenched by black rain
Wounds they bled thick and fast, yet he didn’t feel the pain

Saw a locked up sanctuary, kept pounding on it's front door
His hope of life and will to survive was no longer there anymore
Alas the man falls to his knees, no more strength left to press on
Facedown in the dirt, broken spirit and soul,
the last of his vigor was gone

Then a light came shining through
Just as his eyes succumbed to death
“It’s just a hallucination”, he told himself
And with that, his spirit left.

Many times we bleed so bad and still try to walk with our wounds
Houses of the most high straying away,
ending up in torn down ruins
Saddest part is when we’re on the edge,
and some light we finally see
We say to ourselves, “just a hallucination”,
never realizing it was the key.

My child, my child.
If only you could see me in the storm.