What is Unspoken

Half dreaming in this tangled mess

of dirty bed sheets

I decide to talk to You

or whomever is listening, I suppose

even if it’s only some dusted History books

in a forgotten corner of my room.

Anyways,

I’m sorry I don’t talk more

or pray?

I half ass correct myself.

So…

I’m looking for a push.

I need like a shove.

No.

I need like a parting of seas.

Get it?

You do.

Of course You do,

because you are the King of Kings

or that’s what I had heard

over junk food wrappers

on a bus to the middle of nowhere, Pennsylvania

sometime six years ago.

So it’s a fact then?

I’m just not sure.

So if this push could be more like a pull,

I would ask that you pull me in.

Hold me close and point me

in a direction where I can walk in the shadow

of your grace and even if I can’t find my dignity,

You will love me anyways.

I would ask that you pick me up

and pull me out of  these troubled waters

even if from a King’s eye’s view,

they aren’t troubled at all.

I would hope that you

let your forgiveness

be an anchor I come back to

when I have gone too far,

so that I am never, in fact, too far.

Half dreaming in this tangled mess

of dirty bed sheets,

I roll over,

and let the day’s exhaust run it’s course.

Hoping that even if

I  don’t talk much

You hear me anyways.

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