Why would you bring children into your prison?
You selfish, selfish man.
Were you relieved to die?
I guess I don’t actually care how you felt when you took your last breath
I just wish you would have left the key
To let me out of this mess
But I am here without a guide
To lead the way to freedom
So I fight for it alone, with bruised knees and bleeding hands
As I crawl toward clean air
Longing to inhale something more than the trauma built up in my lungs
To go where I don’t have to run from my own shadow anymore — or is that yours?
Do not linger there, behind me, with your darkness
Do not touch the hem of my garmentWith all of your own wounds you did not care for
Jesus never healed me when I held out my hand to him
And I will not reach back for yoursYou are amongst the dirt and the ashes, now
But I am here, rising toward my own pleasure, my own fulfillment —
These are the only buried things that the goddess in me
Will one day resurrect from the grave
I will be the one who rises from it all,
The one who dances in the light of day, with the wind in my hair and the sun on my face
And I will not thank you for even an ounce of where I have come with my own strength
Not
One
Ounce.
But although I cannot credit the one who locked me up in this prison cell with his own demons
I know that everything you are, even your dirty, filthy scars, lives inside of my frail bones
I may be doing all of this on my own, but when my weary arms finally turn to wings
Yours will, too.
Daddy, we are finally free.
“He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.” -Mark 5:34