A broken damn of emotions –
spill onto the floor.
This glass box of faith is shattered.
Shards imbedded into your skin.
Barely breathing,
Barely alive.
Emerging the emancipation of one’s self-
The river of tears flow.
Alone you are.
The Incantation of this damnation
Swallows you whole.
With your face in your hands
You wept.
Seeking comfort in your sorrow.