Have you ever read a story so deep, you became the very pages being turned- page by page a part of you hidden is being read by a stranger who now knows all of your secrets.
And you spill them- like scriptures and each time you are read, a new truth about you is found- something like the bible and the reader find healing for themselves- trying to find God in your pain rather than finding God in their rain
And yet you remained
Open. With wet corner pages- from the many licks of mouths who only knew silence
so reading you outloud helps them see the reflection they’re afraid of-
The sight of themselves.
And now what about you- you have now become the far away land masses run to- looking for answers in your truth but who will read the messages that lays between the stories you unfold
Who will see that this far far away land exist because it’s tired- of being everyone’s solution to their conflicts. Of being that one thing their addicted to-
Healing
The same healing cracked veins crave- when leaning on the very corner that soon will become their grave; but at least feeling this high makes them feel safe....like when God forgave their troubles and washed their sins away
Who will see that you aren’t the one that saves-
The world.
Instead the world will see that it saves itself.