my body remains curled on the mattress
my screaming thoughts reduced
to moisture on my pillow…
the pillow that's not even mine
everything in me is running away
my soul escaped out the front door
the one I failed to lock
and it got into my car
the one with bumps and bruises
from its owner losing control
then it drove away
down any road it could find
the roads that fear evaporates from
when the Texas sun gets too hot
but I am still here
pleading with God
to help me fight the curse
the one that says
that I’m a coward for not running again
pleading with God
asking Him to yell at me
asking Him to say the words
the words I can't seem to say to myself
IT’S OK TO STAY
Trinitie