Journey

Maybe if I was Alcapone and not Alice I could maybe wear a gun on my sleeve and maybe pretend I don’t have to feel a thing but instead Alice shares her heart to her own devices and it serves her morning under coffee and prayers that maybe he’ll find me here . Jesus tells me to be strong and I suck back the tears on my morning drives and I think I can’t get through this . 

Maybe we can smoke our cigars God and I know you got this - but it does not make today’s pain better so I’ll pretend for a moment that Alice has a gun and we are soldiers .

Just for a moment because maybe we are soldiers and maybe we are brave . 

As we fall effortlessly down the rabbit holes . Scraping our knees all the way down , looking up for your hands to grasp for us once again . 

And we wait ..... God said - girl it’s a journey . So I put on my Al Capone face but I’ll tell you it isn’t working as tears fall . But I’m a soldier said - Alice . 

And she wears her heart on this sleeve 

Even though it’s not ok . 

Jesus tells me it’s going to be alright .