love, showering down.

i thought i could never know anything.
this world.
this body.
this God and all his thoughts.
i was lying to myself.
i didn't realizing i was lying until after the blade hit my skin.
what was i doing?
an unfilled prophecy of the unprophetic.
a man replacing God's true answer with an incomplete one.

we all try to do it.
look over to the porch.
a man with a dead mother.
drink, drink, drink...
a woman with a hunger for starvation.
do not think, think, think...
a heart that bleeds for the one he sees as a soulmate.
drink, drink, drink,
do not think, think, think...

we'll all try to cover up pain,
with other pain.
cuts, bruises, empty stomachs,
distractions.
all distractions from what God's answer is--
Him.
Love.
Showering down upon us like dollar bills in a Vegas casino.
why do we reject it?
we'll never know.


"my body does what i don't want,
what i want my body does not."
the answer is simple,
but easily forgot.


it could be easier.
but my soul would bleed.

so it will be harder,
and my flesh will bleed.

all over the ground,
for no one too see,

except for my creator
who continually resurrects me.

shalom.