God,

All that’s left is scarring.
There is no skin.
There is no way
To be whole again.

I don’t want to go; I want to stop.
Not to leave, but to cease.
There’s nothing but more pain
Underneath every release.

You said Your plan
Was worth the wait,
But where is a love strong enough
To penetrate and dissolve this hatred?

Hope deferred makes the heart sick,
And I am so sick here.
You promised, and I wait
In agony, in a cemetery, in fear

So achingly alone
In the dark fugue of despair
The rejected wife
For whom, no man cares.

Aren’t You a God of justice?
Don’t You care for the poor, the broken?
Do these tears fall between the cracks:
Heaven’s forgotten tokens?

Be You.
Forgive me.