Words of the Soul
Author's note: I don't own anything involved with Joan of Arcadia, the wonderful show that inspired these poems.
Silence
Believe.
You want to
Only you don't
Because it's different
Different than normal.
And you miss normal.
And now there's no reason
No reason in the world
To believe your eyes
Or your ears
Or to believe in Him.
Hallucination
Such a long word
Longer than "God"
And so much better.
Right?
Now you have your answer
The reason in your rhyme
So why bother believing
If it wasn't real at all?
Sane people don't see Him
So why did you believe?
Why did you not question
That He was God?
You searched for an answer
In the heavens and in the soul
But they found it in your blood.
Where you never would've looked.
So you lay there, sick
With all your answers
A cure dripping into your veins
Washing Him away
So you don't know
Why you hang onto
That one shard of faith
And talk to Adam.
He says he'll believe
And you can only hope he will
Because you know you're putting
The last of your faith on the line.
Silence.
He doesn't speak.
Just stares into the distance
And thinks you're crazy.
And when he finally speaks
He gives you only a platitude:
"I believe that you believe it"
And your soul breaks in two.
You're done talking
You have Lyme's Disease
Now everything's silent
Just like God.