Invisible Writer

You're always knocking at my heart

Then draw tears when my eyes are still wide

You turn things upside down as you like

And you're still my one love

You tell me my dad loves me

About his inability to show it

You show me my mom needs me

All the way behind that curtain of temper

I ask myself why I should be kind to people

Yet I worry if you'd ever stop being kind to me

I think I have a heart of stone

But you keep it throbbing

Over?

Has my time come?

But I open my eyes

As another morning greets me

This journey is still far

There are still puzzles to unscramble

Whenever I stumble and fall

I get back up

Knowing it was you who supported

I hate it when I doubt myself

But then you will sing me a story

And tell me to believe

I do not know who I am

Because everything about me belongs to you

You, my God