Reject

Momma Divine, sweet Queen of Heaven
hear my prayer tonight
this child of yours, so ripped and torn
needs warmed by your light.

Inside of me within my soul
your divine essence flows
among the twisted ladder
foundation that made me grow.

My heart, now bound and shackled
it has hurt far too long
the regrets, mistakes, decisions
twisted it in to something wrong.


Its doesn't seem such a good thing, mom
I beat to a different drum
and all that lives inside my mind
falls silently on my tongue.

To the world I am a rock
to you I am a tree
to the world a stone-face countenance,
to you a prisoner fighting to be free

It is only behind closed doors, Momma
and in the darkness beyond night
that I show myself as I am
and then I begin to write. 

Until then I am closed down
hiding under the stone they expect
crawling ever deeper
where no one can reject.