Sanctuary
Sanctuary it must be me. the verses are there, this room is called “sanctuary” for a reason, with glass as stained as me depicting a savior as anxious as me. whom shall i fear? of whom shall i be afraid? i don’t know and it’s not important. i’m still shaking trying to be still and no matter what i don’t know who He is. God, you say that darkness is as light to you but i can’t see my hands in front of my face. i’m swimming in shadows, used the last of my oxygen cursing myself. and i’m afraid of what i’ll see if i turn on the lights this sin demands payment in blood so i pour myself out. i am the one who deserves these lines carved over and over yet you are well acquainted with pain and panic you have seen the earth you created stained with your fear you are scarred with the reminder of all the weight you chose to carry because somehow, you love me you named the worthless worth dying for. now i look in the mirror, at ribs pa