By Shadygirl   fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 25 January 1999

Faith

You stretched and left no room
for me
beside you in bed, so
I knelt on the floor
beside you.

I did not wish to share my fears
with you,
but you yanked them
pulled my mind
and freed the horrors
you cause.

Then you got mad.

SURPRISE!

I can get mad too.

Now you follow me through
dark night shadows,
into empty chairs beside me
and tell me I 
'don't have enough faith in' you.

It is ME that
I don't have enough faith
in.