He says; she says so.
Cradling you in arms
singing praying laughing at your smiles
I must have flown the coop
I must have fried the sun on my head
of thot
I must have fridged my heart to be an ice block
so I couldn't see
I must have written that last blog while you were
drowning
Doesn't matter.
God will; does judge righteously.
He knows and will tell me
Not you who are blessed enough to
not have a child stumble into a railway train on a track
to point a gun to her head and pull the trigger because they can't take the pain
to flail at an eat 'n park and lose a career a whole other life
to drop one's pressure so as to be sure not to return to this life
It's a blessing to come back; to not be gone
But, you haven't had the experience
So, sorry for expecting you to understand,
It's like expecting the color red to see the color blue
If i could reach i could expect to lessen the death sentence
More of our kids would search for help
More of our benefactors would willingly respond and
mete out balm.
