He ran through my mind for a couple of nights
and stayed for quite a while
Well for the while he was their,
I wondered if i had become numb,
paralyzed or just immune
had it hurt so much the past few years that i actually forgot what it is like to hurt?
All the same i think i am doing fine just where i am.
Last month you asked how i was doing,
well, I am glad to say that
‘He maintains my lot’.
My cup is overflowing so i can’t say that i am not full.
My empty cup now runs over with the same Oil i poured at his feet,
A thicker glory than the one you last saw on my head,
I wear a purer scent than the last one that defined my brokenness,
My submission has grown.
My Silence maybe deafening,
but pain and i, are divorced.