It’s not amusing anymore
to look at the shallow-end and play.
It’s in the depth of the ocean
and in the things we cannot say.
It’s in the sighs, the hems and haws…
the deep breaths,
… the silent pause.
Sunset and glam,
you think you got this down.
You have no idea
what it takes to dive in and drown.
I don’t go crazy or
I see life in a different light
and the spectrum it brings.
This normal life brings me no pleasure
and no one hears me out.
You assume something is wrong with me –
Fireworks, spreading like your doubt.
I don’t believe in your Christ …
Hate to break it to you,
but your closed-minded ways
break my patience in two.
You shove it down my throat
as if to say I’m drowning without your beliefs.
You haven’t got it all together,
and I’m not making that point brief.
You wouldn’t know the difference
between faith and disbelief.
The glory it brings,
and the deep-end of its grief.
It’s in this silence that I say this:
You have no idea who is standing before you –
and that was once my biggest wish.
No longer because I have little time
to waste on those that can’t think
… beyond their prime.
You have no idea who is standing before you.