When Our Savior Never Came

A poem about dust and shadows

Photo by Hoach Le Dinh on Unsplash

I know your sweet and simple lies
I know your kisses and
backstabbing knives
I know tenderness
as you shattered my heart
as I did yours, long ago
when the world was still warm
and safe.
I know it all
not because I’m a prophet
or a man of tomorrow
but because I’ve been on this ride before
watching strong men break
men who should have been free
but bleed for your
disconcerted greed
And I know
the courage of a mighty
woman trembles
at the sight of true
nothingness,
in the bared teeth of misguided hate,
towards those mountains
no mere mortals could move,
but instead, she sat quietly at the base,
waiting for signals,
in the clouds —
knowing true leadership,
was in a mother’s
fearsome love.