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You Are My Everything


You are I

You whispered life into my ear

Knew me better than I did

Only a yellow brick road was between us

I could visit you whenever I bid

Held my hand throughout the years

But then I

Let go

I didn't mean to go far

Far from your heavenly arms

Arms that used to hold me tight

But that nice lady across the street offered me a hug

I dove into her hug

I am ignorant to your calls

I am naïve to her feign smile

It wasn't all in black and white

Oh yes!

She hugged me alright..

Just. Too. Tight

I couldn't breathe

She squeezed me dry to the pulp

Dragged me up and down like a rag doll

I am her long lost forgotten toy

Just another piece

Another piece in her little wretched game

I looked up and saw your face

For the first time in what seemed like years

I reached out to you

BUT

Benjamin Franklin shook my hand instead

Then came Jefferson, and a bit of Lincoln.

I was consumed

You name it.

YES!

They could get me anything

But they left me

I am broken

I am a beggar down the street

White dove

Dropped a coin of faith into my hat

Only a tight rope was between us

This time

My spindly legs trembled with

FEAR

I am afraid

Of the fiery flames beneath me

  Of the screeches of lost souls

Save me!

I am Falling!

Falling to the depths of despair and the wrath of vanity

Help me!

I am Falling!

I can’t help but cry out

Because the salty tears streaming down my face

They sting my parched lips

I am consumed by fear , my eyes

SHUT

Then the cries of old souls die out

The devil no longer shouts

Someone whispers in my ear

It’s YOU!

My Faith

My Salvation

My God

My everything

I am SAVED

I am you

 

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