Truth be told
The truth is I don’t want to be here anymore. I’ve made the great error of finding peace and comfort, as much as it can be found, in your presence, in your voice, in belonging to you, and now you’re gone, as is so much of me. There’s no place to grieve or rest and I’m just here counting the days until it’s my turn to go, go to wherever people go, if anywhere. I try to believe and hold onto what appears to be mercy given by God but I also have to wonder if it’s only my mind maxed out and numb from the horror of it all. God is as silent as you are now and I can only hope that someone can hear me.
