Even if you try to seal my mind,
with concrete or tons of stone,
even if it seems
you have corrupted my religion and beliefs,
have send family and friends,
to the fields to rest,
gave me images of chaos, violence, and pain,
you still have not made me
let go of his hands,
yet I have blamed him,
cursed his name night and day,
yet he still lifts me
from the dark whole,
even though it seems
he test me day and night,
has his foot and hands
tight around my neck,
he gives me a light breeze,
enough for my imagination
to create an atmosphere,
no more do I make my presence in his home,
no more is my belief
as high as it once was,
yet every night,
with my open heart,
knees kissing the floor,
I thank him for what
he has done,
ask to keep my family out
of a negative path,
hopefully you may understand,
my changing ways,
cause maybe next time
ill be cursing your name
and insult your being,
one thing is true,
no matter what has been done,
head held high,
always staying away from dark alleys,
closing my ears to the light whispers
-che