Move your lips as fast as you can,
Until the only noise is your heart jumping out of your mouth!
And then, silence.
I sigh in relief,
Until a tidal wave of anxiety,
Bigger than any building I’ve ever seen takes me.
Hoping that someone will catch me,
And convince me that the wave is merely a puddle,
Too shallow to even drown in,
And maybe in reality that’s all it is.
But right here and now it feels like a battle that’s gone on for eight years too long,
With millions of casualties.
And while I’ve survived and many have not,
The idea of peace seems like such a far-off dream that not even God can bring it to me.
Though He promises,
I sometimes cannot help but feel venom passing through my lips,
Yet even in these times of darkness I feel a sensation of comfort drift over me,
Maybe I’m crazy?
Perhaps I’m mad?
Hopefully it’s love,
Yes, let’s go with that,