Evidence

Actions speak louder
than words.
I could bless
a situation
til I'm blue in the face.
It always works out
in the long run.
In the short run of things,
my hands are a little empty.
My sound and my fury
are deafening,
out of spite
I edge toward unleashing
it. This actually
goes back to a previous
snippet of thought,
how do you wield power
properly?
My ancient wrath aches
to stretch and flex
its' batty wings.
I feel an injustice has been done.
I look at God in his false heavens
and wonder why I fell for his
cardboard cutout.
I did my best not to,
but I kept seeing these beautiful signs.
They surrounded me.
I blinked and rubbed my eyes.

I did my best to stick by
my independence and my grace.
I wouldn't take the proffered hand.

Now I start up from my bed
gasping for air. Visions I once enjoyed
haunt me. I want them gone.
They are lies.
My sacred shrine
has been defiled.
I'm not supposed to be living
with regrets, but
I think I made a big mistake.
I feel it every time
I try to connect to
my heart.
I swear to you
I've seen
the majesty of life,
but right now
I've no proof.