My Suffering is Your Morphine

How do you do that? 

The thought of you came back and laughed at my face

Right as I was starting to feel free

Every single time

What kind of game are you playing? 

I know we left us on shaky terms

But it’s been so long, and maybe it was all a vivid nightmare I can’t let go of

It never seems to end

Am I the one to blame?

Maybe it’s all in my head

My third-degree burn came from within and not from you

I knew I was not alone

I’m sure you loved those days I spent wrapped around your finger

Filled with shame and distress 

You took advantage of that

It’s part of your wicked game

And now that I’ve awaken

It is you who is in pain 

My suffering is your morphine 

You need it to survive 

I won’t let you trick me again 

I’m loved even in my stinky mess

And that’s something you will never understand 

It’s too much for you to bear

Don’t worry

I don’t think anyone can make sense of that

But a mustard seed is all that is needed to make it so

Now I know the Spirit is within me

And our story ends there.