The Trinity
Faithful and just
The reflection of me plastered across-
A blue lined canvas
The order found within myself
Found within these two red vertical lines
My mind, my soul, my being
We write to release
To relieve
With every word
Wondering when the plot will change
Wondering when the right person will actually stay
Wondering when his demeanor will finally say
I’m nothing like him
Then and only then
I won’t have to be afraid
You see
He was the water to her seed
And I became the tree
But while he preached love and holy things
His wrath proved differently
And they are the scars
The ones who created this thinking
The ones who still have a fraction of me
The ones that if you look closely
Is who I perceive myself to be
So I search and search
For the person who is their antonym
Someone who will make me forget about them
The person to make me a new
But no one will understand me like you do
Faithful and just
Is the pen and paper
These words a reflection of their maker
The caution found within myself
Found within a child
Trying not to color outside the lines
My mind, my soul, my being
We write to release
To be free