Get Out With God

Grant Hope #37

The thoughts that reside in this dark place
concealed
distorted
as I sustain bullish bruises and blows

I tell myself I truly love him
I do truly care
but what about this is normal
the fear of his breath in the air?

My hopeful future
it was once happily placed hand in hand
now its
backed
shoved
into this furious corner
his hand no longer holding mine

I want to escape these complicated feelings
remorse and regret
depths of empathy can’t heal
what time and space beget

For how do you know, O wife, whether you will save your husband?
You are no longer one flesh
there is no mutual submission

No one is God
that belongs to Him only
You are not meant for bruises
His children are His proud heritage
your life is worthy of so much more than a raging corner
alone and lonely

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