Shattered Faith


Don't touch me.
Your hands are like knives
that slice through my tender flesh
to bring the blood forth
in glorious floods.

Don't look at me.
Your eyes bore into my chest
and burn through my body
in your attempts to label me a witch
and turn me to ash.

Don't speak my name.
Your voice is like a siren
that calls forth all the daemons of Hell
where you wish to banish me
until my soul is as raped as my body.

Love never crossed your heart
though the words escaped your lips
enough to make me believe.
The time for lies has ended,
and I beg of you to let me go.

You never wanted to protect me
though the words escaped your lips
and calmed my fears for another day.
I will pick up the pieces of my broken trust
and walk this narrow path back to myself.

I thought you believed in me,
the words escaped your lips often,
but again I became the fool.
I believed in the lie that you portrayed
and fell deep into your shadows.

I am blind here, in these shadows,
where I search for my way back home.
Complete darkness is what you prefer,
and what you ache to keep me in,
never allowing my vision to fall upon
the grace of love.

But I have the strength now
to walk away from you.
Love has reached in to save me from
your suffocation -

I banish thee.

Copyright © 2004, Jennifer-Marie Mouton