Fight With A Saint Poem by Newo Enec

we are
standing beneath the same roof
speaking the same pledge
staring at the same colors
and i feel that connection especially today
but you don't even want it anymore.
and i found myself
contemplating the end of a similar bond
coping with the idea that this may be forever
creating ways to end your suffering with me
with everyday objects that i caught sight of.

will the sun dare to raise upon us?
reveal the mistakes i make again and again?
showcase the scars from my lies?
will it burn away this flesh, already rotting from my bones,
this armor growing tired of defending my hidden truth
from the onslaught of accidents.
or will the sun bring life?
force me to grow and move and BE,
do exactly what i feel like avoiding today...
will it heal and forgive but never forget
so i may never repeat these mistakes.