i look at you
my lips full of bitter fruit
but your eyes do not want to know
they say “spare me”
so i do
i turn around and run
far into the hills
and find a cave cool and dry
i start a fire
and in the comfort of warmth, i cry
make no mistake
i ask nothing of you
i wrap my own arms around myself
and i gather my courage
to move
people do not come and save you
only God does that
and thank God for that sweet
gift of mercy
and that is how
i am able to
stand back up
my mouth full of honey
- les’nspired
