As the world turns
My soul yearns
To be reunited
After consistently
Being slighted
I would be
Lying
If I tried
To deny it
There was once hope
A hope
That I poured
Everything into
A hope slowly
Fading
A fact
That I cannot
Seem to cope
With
Wounded healer
Searching for
The Balm in Gilead
To use as concealer
My eyes water
The tears do not
Fall
I do not
Want to scream
But I want to
Make sure
That you hear
My call

This time
I am
Clawing my way
Out of
The grave
I laid in
The grave
I prayed in
Waiting
For a change
An extracating hand
With a shovel
To come
And dig
Looking for me
Somehow
Knowing I was
In there
The dirt
Never lifted
No matter
How many
Times
I shifted
I would scream
Sometimes
I would even
Sing
Nobody came
I decided
I would
Die in
Darkness
Blind to the power
I could harness
Then I realized
I was awake
Nowhere near
Death
I may have
Felt defeated
But I still
Had some
Strength left
My hands began
To move freely
My legs too
I was never
Stuck
I just accepted
Too many lies
As my truth
Leaving me
Confused
The years
Before
Were heavy
Filled with turmoil
This year is
Brand new
I am no
Longer
Beneath the soil