The wrinkle between my two eyes
Didn’t just appear here over night.
It took time.
Time with a knot in the pit of my stomach,
Analyzing and doubting whether the truth was being told,
Or another fable.
A mixture of half told truths has never drove me to brain splitting pain,
With my clenched jaw,
I long to be able to feel safe.
Feel taken care of.
I drink the cup of hope that seems to never run out,
But freedom of choice is a twisted game.
I play this scenario over and over,
Until my eyes are heavy and achy,
But trusting in man alone is a lesson already been learned.
I remember Your wisdom.
“What will you choose?”
“Will you choose to stay in this cycle that has left you bitter again and again?”
“Or will you trust the One who knows you?”