Continued from Mrs. Jesus #5/7: Wood Friday
Prologue
Jesus is gone.
I am alone.
And nothing will ever be okay again.
Holy Saturday
[In honor of the most overlooked, relevant, and lonely holiday in the Christian calendar]
I lie in bed
I can’t move
I can’t eat
I dare not think
Somewhere in the house, there may be children
Crying
Hungry
I don’t know
I can’t care
Part of me wants to get up and binge
Eat a gallon of ice cream
A pound of chocolate
Read a trashy romance novel
Watch an entire season on Netflix
Anything to feel alive
Anything to feel…
Something other than this
But I can’t summon the energy
To pretend
To care
Even to abuse myself
What’s the point?
HE is gone
I gave Him everything
Then He left
So now I have nothing
I am nothing
Part of me screams
No
Don’t believe that
It is a lie
But I refuse to hear it
Because He’s not here
And if He didn’t leave me
Then I left Him
Which is even worse
Because He’s not here
And if He didn’t leave me
Then I left Him
Which is even worse
Selah
I lift my eyes
Staring at the ceiling
Can I even remember a time
When He wasn’t there
Even when we were kids
Growing up together
Before I even knew what love was
He was always there
Always loving
Always perfect
I always knew I would marry Him
Knew we were made for each other
Knew He was my whole reason for being
Now He is gone
And the worst part is
I still believe
Even though
There’s nothing left
Of Him to believe in
Or me to believe with
Selah
A tear
Slowly forms in on eye
I don’t know why
The dead do not cry
I am past grief
Past caring
Past hoping
Past wanting
I am empty
Even of the hunger
That kept me going
Even of the illusions
I used to bribe the hunger
So it would leave me alone
I am empty
Even of the illusions
I used to bribe the hunger
I have nothing
I am nothing
And nothing
Never changes
Nothing
Cannot persevere
Cannot hope
Cannot trust
Cannot protect
Cannot delight
Cannot rejoice
It can only
Fail
And maybe
I prefer it that way

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