Car Crash

He grips the steering wheel tight. It’s the only thing he feels he can control.
He’s numb most of the time, or tried to stay busy as not to feel his aching soul.

Life is strange now; he is no longer who he used to be.
He can’t decide if he likes the change or should run back to comfortability.

Like a man who has always dwelled in darkness and finally steps into Light,
Only to find the radiance pains his eyes and seems distorts his sight.

I beg him to stay here and wait for his eyes to begin to adjust,
But to him this Light is agonizing, confusing and therefore unjust.

I implore him to wait and see how the Light will improve his vision,
But the only thing that escapes his lips is that of derision.

He treats me like an oar, pulling me close to his chest only to push me away.
As I become accustom to this rhythm, I kneel to You and begin to pray.

He rarely looks into my eyes. Maybe its because he knows there’s truth there.
Or perhaps, our combined ambiguity is too much for us bear.

His indifference is what beckons him these undeniable harms,
Cloaked with confidence, swagger, and an unyielding charm.

Like an ocean without waves or an artist who refuses paint,
Is he currently, entangled with frustration and sheer restraint.

Alone in his car he dazes off and his grip on the wheel strains
And the crash makes him question the Light, his eyes, and the pain.

He cries out in his mind, and You ask him, “Do you believe?”
His dissatisfaction is evident, but the Light refuses to leave.