the raw unpolished truths that we hold

there is a ceasefire

but it is as fragile

as a bee's wing

soldiers are out

but they cry

in my arms

and i no longer

have the words

to soothe them

there is cause

for some relief

as our stolen

are slowly released

but our hearts

are still bleeding

and scarred

by what they

have done

to them

and the wait

for those

still held captive

is torturous

and he tells me

to look for god

in every moment

in every

single

moment

god is there

and that

is the

only truth

you need

to hold onto

he tells me

and i want to tell him that
there are so many other
visceral truths that scrape
away at my rib cage and
crowd out my thoughts and there are
times that the anger inside of
me is so fierce that sometimes
it scares me how i can
barely even recognize myself anymore
and there is a rising tide of
something inside of me that
i cannot even name but i know
that it aches and makes me
want to run but there is nowhere
left to run to and i do still try
to look for god in all the given
moments but sometimes the
pain makes it hard to
open my eyes