Bread

Wrapped in sheets threaded with a strange loneliness,

I realize I cannot give anymore.

No more hide and seek. 

I no longer know the rules in this rabbit hole-
A place where I’m always “It”.

I crawl, face to the ground, to find you, but you are nowhere.

In the looking glass, I see a worn and stale reflection.

It shatters into several pieces against the final blow of guilt,

I make it suffer.

In games past, you've shielded yourself against my honesty
And strike a jab when I’m not looking.

Instead of chasing you into emptiness,
I gather the sharp pieces which would once protect me and walk into undiscovered territory,
Unaware of what I'm in search of.
I find a man dressed in robes of white who has turned to stone.
Who is he? Where did he go?
I shed a tear for his loss and mine.

I’m forced to grieve now, no longer able to numb my pain

Beneath shards of glass and dark secrets.

I stand at this altar and lay them at His feet,

Hoping this cold statue will reemerge a man in flesh,
Able to exchange my weapons for a piece of bread.

Perhaps if I sleep here all night, a miracle will come by morning.