Days’ turned into months’
Holy times came and persisted.
Then they also came to pass,
but the sadness drenched the soul
deeper and deeper.
What is the use in screaming
when no-one is alive themselves?
Yet a war raged on inside
The battles were long and fierce
but the battles were prohibited from leaving scars.
Sometimes people cannot hear your screams
but they’ll see them etched into you and pretend they were listening all along.
How wrong they are.
Faith remains loyal- even when it dwindles, the spark never truly fades
Even when it rains hard there remains a flicker of honesty
A fire of resilience.
And we hold on
Stuck in this dreary place
Moving with time