where lies are a way of life.
The darkness seduces and entices
but always cuts like a knife.
***
That road is crooked and leads nowhere
and most always results in pain.
The lies pile up, the stories get twisted
to the point where you cannot explain.
***
For to go there is only to fool yourself
again and again and again.
Eventually you find only loneliness
as you find yourself less than a man.
***
Yes, I was there, and living it up
’cause it felt really good at the time.
But sooner or later the piper we’ll pay
and leave us without a thin dime.
***
Then one day as I tried to remember
the reasons for all the deceit,
I began to have talks with two angels
whose outlook was certainly sweet.
***
Were these kind women really angels,
or priests who were leading their flock?
For they soon became my confessors
and of my life they made me take stock.
***
Their friendship was purely platonic
and helpful in so many ways.
They seemed to be able to read through me
and peel back a layer each day.
***
They got me to open up slowly
and tell them my every fear.
And then one day I let it all out
and explained what they needed to hear.
***
These two angels listened with patience
as I opened my soul to their ears.
They gave me peace as they listened
and comforted me through my tears.
***
I thank God for sending them to me,
these angels who made me feel whole.
For their wisdom, their kindness and friendship
have closed up that hole in my soul.
***
Now we talk daily, I and my angels
and it is clear with each passing day
that I love them dearly, as sisters, as family
and in their hands I want to stay.
