I think of how my life crumbles, crumbles

Off the brick wall like dry, dead vines, vines

That snake around my ankles, like thorns, thorns

That pierce my legs – my voice is trapped, trapped

In my chest – people are beyond, beyond

My prison, laughing, loving life – life

Without sorrow – does it exist? Exist

Somewhere past the great hellscape, hellscape

Of my mind, which tells a story – story

That I'm sad and must always wait, wait

For the next vase to shatter, and – and

I begin to ache and then I doubt– doubt

That God is good – wise like He's said, said

He – life leaves great cracks in your vase, vase

Of flowers, your happiness, happiness

Spilled – you struggle to see, make sense, sense

Of your mind twisted against you – you

Aren't in the dark, though it looks that way – way

Harder to see, to face the truth, truth

I've loved you to death all along, along

This vein, trials shall prove that I'm strong, strong

In your weakness, my little child.

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