Fret Not, Pray, Lay Yourself to Rest, Leave the Rest to God, for Thou has Blest (Poem)

Head swirls 

Brain creaks in pain
You twitch and turn, and then you toss
Echoes...
Echoes as their voices reverberate within your inner walls
Voices as sharp as samurai swords
Slice through your flesh
Fragile your walls are
Yet their hands hurl rocks at you
Broken your spirit feels
You perch on stone and cradle your chin on palm
Then you wonder
Aloud, silently
It rains on your face, acid rain
Salty, scalding drops etch your cheeks
Darkness creeps in, you cringe
But when the sun rises again, Angel
So shall your strength; your faith
This, we all know, you and I
Your smile will adorn your face again
And your soul too, yes
Let not their crucifix anchor you down
They’re all wax and before Thy fire
They shall melt
So fret not
Pray
Lay yourself to rest and leave the rest to God
For you Thou has blest