I wrote this today after an incident at church.
If memory serves me well
She was young, but she remembered His words
She recognized His voice
She knew the power He carried and how that could set her free
She danced with Him, laughed with Him, found Him wherever she searched
He was her friend, the smile that played on her lips, her heart
They were inseparable, never to be found alone again
She found Him to be intolerable one day, so suffocating
She screamed for freedom's hands to lift her up and into the sky
She fought with Him for control, said she could do better
Said something was missing from her life and she knew just how to get it
Thus, one left without the other, one said goodbye, one tore away more than just a body's warmth
The fairytales could not do justice, no reality stands alone
The wolves are so much more and they don't just stand at the door
There are liars and thieves who call themselves the answer to life's question
They masquerade and they parade, they surround and they hurl lies
They take no hostages, they find His words to be an outline for their own stories
They create to destroy and in the end they take everything
She escaped with just her life and that was even debatable
She left a haughty girl and returned a shattered woman
She now knew what humiliation could do to the proud
She searched for Him, but the person she encountered seemed different
She could label him almost indifferent, cruel at times, unforgiving at best
She is older, but she can no longer quite remember His words
She questions whether it is His voice she hears
She doubts His power, she doubts if it can truly set her free
She dances alone, laughs with silence, and searches for Him, but never quite finds what she's looking for
Sometimes a figure catches her eye and in a desperate attempt to try and relive the past
She runs so fast, so filled with passion, but desperation soon transforms into disappointment
And it is His ghost she chases
He was the last of a good thing