Plea

Was that rain? Or was that a tide on a full moon? Who remembers how it felt the first time. The first pain you say? I wonder if it ever ended to worry about the second. Wave after wave slicing through the surface of my faith breaking my knees, as if commanding me to kneel with the head bowed down into the dust with a naked heart, the time and it's allies gather around. Give me more of these cancers to eat. Serve me with more pain. Let me break and cry out loud. Let my prayers be louder. Out in the streets, no more in the silence, within the walls. Let me rip off my pride and lay naked in dust, wailing, begging for mercy. Let me not look upto to the sky yet. Let me drown in my pain, sober and feeling every drop of it. Will I cower in fear of pain? If so let me have one more cup of it, until the heart is full and the fancy prayers run out of words and I start speaking like a baby. Only you and I, should understand my prayers. Let me break into pieces, numerous enough to fill your thirst. I will survive till I am no more a human. What awaits st the end of this tunnel? Who knows. But my faith, let me bloom. Let it bloom and see the light. Be it black or white, I have no reason to fear. I will fly. I will fly. Deep into the darkness or into the light until you are satisfied. For I know, at the end, you will embrace my broken self. Till that time, let me break.