You may say it well but it’s not enough
This pain won’t let me hear
It’s too much and it’s too little, no matter how sincerely you try
You’ve un-surfaced these scars yet again and their depth drowns out all else
You missed the mark and your words fall short of being a balm that heals
You’re all wrong, just by default, your skin, your voice, your body
You are the problem that triggers these wounds so deep, and there’s nothing you can do
That Sunday I entered the sanctuary, it entered me, and this sacred mess spun around
Communication in words and symbols will always fail
Amplified thoughts both dilute and stab all we’ve carried here
Is there even a way to speak a truth that won’t offend and stir?
I don’t know
So in the mean time I’ll assume the worst and project my past, and make you the caricature I’ve been told you are
I’ll conclude you’re wrong and declare your shame without inquiring of your own pain
It’s not valid anyway
Whether you already know what I’m trying to say or you actually said what I claim you didn’t, isn’t something I care about
Because what I need is beyond all that, an impossible ask that I still expect
I need you to hold all my burdens because if you don’t, who will?
I need you to say what I want you to, and afterwards I need you to be ok with me saying you didn’t or you did it wrong
Cause I’m lost and tumbling and tossing in this world of suffering
The currents so strong you’re sure to drown no matter how well trained your strokes
So what’s the point? Why do you try? What were you hoping to do?
I’m sorry, and I love you, and your scars are beautiful here.
I can’t make it better and I’ll surely mess it up, but I hope there is something more
I hope what’s stirred is exposed for love and the divine will find you there
I pray to God that I don’t get in the way and that you’ll encounter the holy still
That all I say and all I am may only serve as a rope of life
Climb, push, throw, and forget as long as you make it to the shores
God grant us the serenity to accept the things we cannot change, the courage to change the things that we can, and the wisdom to know the difference