The Pain.

I was supposed to find something here. There was supposed to be something meaningful tucked away in a spot so obvious yet so over looked and then one day I was supposed to look up and see it. See that meaningful, tucked away, obvious thing. Instead all I have is a fist full of anger and heart that hears the word unconditional and thinks, break. Thinks pain. Thinks, sacrifice. Sacrifice....sometimes same word as offering.

My heart hears the word offering and thinks, greedy hands. Thinks, stolen. Thinks men who came in with smiles and left out with clitched teeth and locked jaws.

I swear it was supposed to be simple...but the pain, the pain complicated everything.