Day: Feb 9, 2023

My kitchen floor has given up on drying my tears,

And the neighbors are shouting at me,

But I do not hear it through the layers.

He tore a hole in me, but nobody else could hear.

Lessons came in different forms,

And one of them was a prayer.

The saints taught me about guilt and forgiveness,

Yet I could not shake the feeling

And could not forget the hurt.

The wise men locked me out of their business.

They broke my iron keys,

So I built myself a new church.

-Jackie