B looy, b loody
Your eye is bruised
One is swollen shut
Broken, breaking
Your feet now stumble
You are struggling hard
Shamed, so shameful
You are blamed
and everyone is laughing
Do you remember back?
Before this moment . . .
back when it was simple?
Do you remember?
Being little?
Being a kid?
Do you remember saying yes?
Do you regret the choice you made?
Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why would you
YOU
of all people
Choose to suffer
And now you look at me
With such intensity
You are b loody, broken, shamed
And yet you look at me and whisper
"It is worth it."
And that is the meaning of Christmas
1 comment:
this is really nice Christen, you're such a talented writer!
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