What If
It Ruptured

What if the words my mouth holds, ruptured
and all my thoughts came spilling out
Would it tear down this infrastructure
like a busted sieve or waterspout
What would it change, if I broke open
pouring my feelings on the ground
If my silence was finally broken
filling the silence, with my sound
What if I said the things kept hidden
told everybody what you did
Would you come crawling for forgiveness
with the truth no longer hid
What if I painted a word picture
of the things you've said and done
Revealed your words, your holy scripture
unload your weaponized, word gun
Fill the room with bullet holes
allowing the facts to breathe the air
Freeing my tortured, burdened soul
spraying my story everywhere
What if the devil bowed his head
admitting the part he had to play
Revelled with glee, each time I bled
as your angels, you betrayed
What I would give to see your face
as your walls come tumbling down
But, I won't let you steal my peace
amazing grace holds those things now
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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