Soul Searching

Tear tracks are still staining my face.
My mind and soul feels somewhere out
of space. My entire being just feels
somewhat displaced.

Crying because I'm still grasping the
concept of this pain. Praying to God
and trying to figure out what lessons I'm
going to gain. Struggling with all my
might and trying to stay sane.

On the floor on my knees until they're
bloody and sore. Crying out in vein
because I failed my spiritual chore.
Screaming for forgiveness because
I don't want a tour of hell's door.

Choking on my sobs because the words are
coming out so fast. Then I feel a touch on my
shoulder helping me get something short of
a grasp. Then there it is, the lifting weight of
the negativity also known as my past.

I can see clearer now, so I turned around to
speak, but no one was there. All I could do was
stop and stare. Then I remembered the saying,
"God doesn't put you through more than you
can bear".