Whoever She Is…

Women…
They give you a confidence like,
Putting your nonsense aside,
To improve within time
To fly…

And,
See things you never have,
While holding the hand,
Of a wife you trust will never let go regardless of where you stand,
In a world with material in mind without shame while holding a glass,
Of wine!
Or,
A blunt where they hide every truth they refuse to withstand!

Oh,
So worth it she is for a complete turn around,
Instead of 1800 shots off tops I keep sealed in thought of God while I break down,
Myself inside of reflections I couldn’t see myself inside until her hands were placed on my back while trapped in clouds,
I couldn’t fall out of.
A shell of indignity I couldn’t crack with every shriek for help from a box I tried to shout from…

To no avail,
Of course…
Because,
I’ve yet to find this woman,
Whoever she is.
So elusive when seeking atonement,
From a glass in front of me shattering a drive I’m attempting to replace with what’s divine,
As I’m safe in Light,
Not the murkiness of sin most fold in.
Over pots of gold most won’t ever get the chance to poke in,
A life they’ve gambled away…
Without a chance to replay!
A game dead in its tracks because of my foul play…