This was not my story
I was no hero
But I believed
in those who stood with me
A wooden cross now hangs above me
and I exist
for the amusement of others
who rewrite my history
Simple acts made complex
and turned into fractured lies
Tainted by the corruptible
and worshiped by non-believers
I pray that things will change
but I tire
How long before that cross falls
and I am shattered?
[bctt tweet=”DARK POETRY – ‘Faith’ by Tina McFarlane @tina_mcfarlane #horror #horrorcommunity” username=”theboldmom”]
