Aals

crusade.

you say you can’t feel because of me but what about you 

when you hit me i was small, i was screaming with no one hearing 

you tell them your story, and of gods glory 

but what about mine, the crease of the line 

the line that was drawn 

you crossed 

my viridity 

all ceased with credulity 

i don’t understand 

why did i not matter 

why was that okay 

the needle was too strong 

comptivated 

crawled into your osculated vision 

of your true division 

gods glory didn’t matter to you anymore

i didn’t matter anymore 

 throats stinging mattered more

 the vodka by our family pictures 

of past family adventures 

that disappeared by a spirit stronger than my soul 

because i let go 

the only thing making me grow

staring at a mountain of snow 

not climbing 

not flying 

but crying 

in cryptynite 

i was dying 

but so was she 

in the room next to me 

i don’t know what would’ve happened 

i don’t know how i would’ve gone through that metanoia

that redemancy 

that derive

i haven’t figured it out 

I wasn’t in control 

i just know I’m in Love with something 

not of this world 

not of this wind, or sounds of the ground  

but an earth formed by someone so clear to me now 

i prayed 

and i was saved 

no person could hit me without losing the war 

for my soul 

i climbed out of a hole 

a hole so deep 

the only way out was another hand 

to guide 

to care 

to love 

to take me back 

on a voyage beyond my tracks 

unseen 

by so obvious 

tears bottled 

a story of revelations 

my crusades