changeling

 
I spent fifteen years angry at our creator
the spirits howl and I felt unguarded
finally, in foolishness, I succumb

I will go no further on this darkened path
my sanity and soul are at stake
I hear the birds of the air gossip
I pray they quiet soon and I hear them no more

I wail at the wailing wall I need peace
I have yet to show the Father's handiwork in me
he created me in his image
I will not that I be a trophy of destroyer

I walked the path of pain
it swept me under fully so that I thought I would drown in hate
a big wave picked me up and brought me to the shore of truth
I seek enlightenment

I wrestle with our father as he did Jacob
I need solace
I have been given mercy
a tortured soul has been given reprieve
the calming collective of the heavenly host has broken my delirium

I will that I not foolishly traverse the dark again I am not of their horde
I will conjure the dark no more
it is a miracle I am