Mikey's Poetry Book, Ch. 27

"Drinking From the Cup of Peace"

One floor separation

Years of tormented recollection

colliding against the force

of a pure moment

of uninterrupted reprieve.

Exchanging glances with the windows

that sealed away

a past of hurt

a murder of innocence

restored only years later

when the blood that was shed

was finally accepted

in its fullness.

Now a testimony of glory

felix culpa

I sit in this state

knowing it is made new.

What once was

is now redeemed

as the heat billows upward

gently gliding across my face.

May the light of your face burn ever brighter upon me.

My mind was and is

my greatest battlefield

a place where I’ve been slain

many times

and where you

picked me up

piece by piece

putting me back together.

Your sacred nature

invades my temporal space.

Silencing bitter voices

laying abuse to rest

and stealing back what

hell took.

Crawling in muck and filth

you were the hands that reached out

and made me more than broken

used

damaged parts.

You knit me together far more than just once.

That room sang of loss and hurt.

Years of contempt

and betrayal.

It now sings that my redeemer lives.

And now,

I sit here.

One floor separation.

Drinking a cup of peace.