weeping angel 5/7/25

i grab the piece of paper and a pen as my hands and knees are sore with bruises from the hardwood floors with no grace

i write over and over waiting for it to give me closure 

i write what i want to work

i write until my eyes are overfilling with the sadness of wishing from something i know that will no come

i still write

i sat still as a statue or a little kid getting yelled at from their parents for breaking a glass

but the broken glass was my faith 

it shattered into a million pieces of shards in tp the little crevasses of the room that will be hard to even piece back

i wondered what i was even doing as i wrote over and over on this tearful wet piece of paper “god give me a sign” 

the pen ink is slowly fading was maybe my sign 

to show that there is not god in my life to give a time of day to me not even a second 

this weeping child has no god so as the weeping child tore up the paper they swore to not believe in god and that is just whats going to happen 

because god never was there

god was never kind 

god was brutal 

god was rough 

this god was rough

because it showed no mercy showed no kindness to that weeping angel now that weeping angel is now fallen and has no mercy either for the people that they once loved