Book With A Promise Poem by Erika Peace

The family bible floating on the bed
Telling me things that I once had
Known.
Preaching spirits that did not belong,
Told me what I had did wrong,
And said I would be soon coming on home.
Because of the forgiveness I forgot,
To ask for and the lessons learned I didn’t pass on.
Brief mistakes like these turned my heart still.
The power I had and didn’t use,
Made me less strong.
Could I have been proven innocent?
From the love and hate that had grown inside of me.
Or the fake smiles that had been seen?
Not owning up to the dead end in my life
Proved me and everyone else wrong.
I had been weak from the constant struggle
But did it ever show?
All the easy routes that stared
Me in the face could’ve helped me move on.
A family broken from whispered lies,
And unseen butterflies.
All shedding tears
Left with no secrets to tell but one,
We held close to our hearts.
The family bible floating on the bed.