Keeping the faith.

There's this shell I use to hide, away from the glaring stares and haunting chants.

It doesn't hurt when you don't feel. It probably won't hurt as much if you're not aware of it happening. But what it doesn't shield, is the actual fact of the hurt happening. The actual resentment of things you don't want happening. The evil stares of that creature that lurks in the dark, though unseen, it's pure existance is overbearing.

The long withheld belief is now put to the extreme test. A matter of whether I believe in it enough to want to make things change, or silently await its arrival. Either way, the consequences are daring me in the face to will me to yield.

Be it black, white or grey, I will hang on to the faith and grasp at every chance of a miracle.

"Look what you've done, you've made a fool out of everyone..."