The Pen's Shrine

Mark my heart’s mind.

To help me find.

My sacred design.

If I can rewind.

And re-work time.

I might walk with the Divine.

Please show me the signs.

That it was all a lie.

So that I can divide.

All I despise.

I can put it aside.

And no longer deny.

In this horrid disguise.

That keeps me inside.

Unable to thrive.

Lift me up, so I can rise.

Spread shock and surprise.

And no longer hide.

Let them fall into demise.

As they shout and cry.

And spew out more lies.

Tell me why.

I need to side.

And ignore my pride.

Let my words fly high.

As a breath and sigh.

And admire from the outside.

Be on my side.

So we can fight.

And win with light.

The words that see the night.

Become our clear sight.

Be the air to our flight.

Unlock my mind.

Pray and confide.

That your grace heals the divide.

To trust, honor, and write.