Looking for Salvation

Your love broke my bones, made my skin itch and my feet bleed

From walking on broken glass in hallways -

I went to church and shut my eyes, I clutched my knuckles

I prayed to God, so He would save me from you

With seed of doubt buried so deep in me which was already sprouting,

It’s roots finding warm and comfortable shelter in my spine.

I begged for strength,

I called for God many days in the row..

He accepted me in his embrace for a few minutes,

But eventually I had to gather

My belongings and go back to my torturer -

To my precious love.

Not even God could save me from you.

Reviews

[Jibey]

Moving in its helplessness and final resignation...Even with divine help we cannot always take charge of our destination..