The Believer

The Believer

By Chris B Writes

I wish I could be more like her

she is such a big believer

When I am busy punching walls

she paints bright pictures in the halls

It’s not that I don’t have those dreams

where he runs and talks back and screams

Hell I wish he’d yell and fight back

but I’ll take even one “Hi” back

I wish I could be in the clouds

away from the paperwork mounds

Maybe if I stack them and climb

I just might be given a sign

Heaven if I pray for renewal

can you fast track insurance approvals?

I wish I could be like the rocks

I just can’t afford to crumble

We carefully put on his socks

lift and the pain keeps us humble

Don’t worry it’s all good right?

I’ll tell myself that again tonight

I wish I could break this cycle

and suddenly I see his smile

He laughs and claps and sings and reminds me

the angels are rallying behind me

I should know because when I see her

I see so much more than The Believer

The next time I want to punch the walls

I’ll stop and join her in the halls

We’ll paint and dance and I’ll see the light

that two angels lift me up tonight