And For This I have Come (#8)

And then there was hope
On a cold and bitter early morning
And all around were the enemies
But deep inside was the faith.

And every blessing that I trod underfoot
Screams to me now
And I cannot stuff my ears
And all that I did not make and do
All this failure is here now
Here in my face
And what did I know?
I sit in a silent pain
A pain that screams at me
A pain that digs deep in the dark places
But what is that now?

Who even reads this?
You don't, that's for sure
And so thirty-one seems so many
For I just want to be silent
Just want to forget
Just want to pretend it never happened at all.
The rain doesn't fall now
It is far too cold for that.

Warm the dark fires burn
And all the tears are building
I feel too much
And admit too little
Here the lessons come
Not in the comfortable place
Not in the quiet place-
Not in the peaceful place
Not in the happy place.
They come here.