there’s so much I wish to tell you my dear
but I know you can’t hear my words
I’ve tried describing it in five different ways
but each time my words reverberate off of your aura and explode in my face.
You’re incapable of hearing them
Your mind has been long made up
You have no intention of changing
You’re solid like a brick wall
You’re firm like my old mattress
You’re hard like the cold cement under my feet
and I’m not sure what it’ll take to dissolve you.
To cut deep and create a crevice for my speech to seep into
An opening that my words can travel into and slowly make their way to your brain
A channel to allow my point of view to challenge yours, and maybe change it.
You know the truth about what I’m saying in your heart
Yet you choose to build a new blockade whenever the subject is breached.
Time is my friend, dear one.
Time will reveal if clarity will ever be achieved
Time exacerbates character
I’m dying to experience yours under lights of every color
But God only gives us one day at a time
and tells us not to worry about tomorrow, for there’s enough to worry about today!
So I ask Him:
If this is not of you, please close the door.