I asked what am I to do and you told me to write
About the heaviness
The emptiness
The way that all of this seems like it’s just too much to let go of
You see I’m holding on to so many things that I’m not even sure where to lay them all down
Lead me to the altar so that I may sacrifice my burdens
I wonder if you’d still love me if everything that makes me unlovable is my only offering
Can you honestly look at me in all of my unholiness or will you turn your face the other way
Bury my religion six feet under so it can not reach me and rip the honesty out of my hands
If everything has a purpose then maybe I need to find where the pain belongs and leave it there
If I knew I wouldn’t have all these ties tied so tight to my wrists it stops the circulation
And my hands are numb
When winter came and went it took my hands with it
And they lay in the ice with all of their ties intertwined between my fingers

                                                          -m.g.­