Do you trust me ? Not anymore I’m guessing. I have inflicted a thousand little cuts and watched the trust bleed out of your body and soul.

Do you have faith in me ? No much I am sure. I have whittled away at that tree till there is just a toothpick left.

How can I ask you to hold it in you again when you are going to have to watch it ripped away from you when I confess what I have done again, again, again, again , again, again…

Maybe it is not only you who has bled out. I have no trust left in myself either. I feel faith till the obsession rips it from me again, again, again, again, again, again…

What can I do about that ? Not much by myself. Can I turn the mirror of my heart to you God of Love and see the faith you have in me. Please let me reflect that to Cathy and the world.

I am tired of bleeding, as are those around me. Every day that I call to you when that obsession comes knocking on my door and I go to bed sober and recovering is another set of stitch’s in my soul.

How do I ever make up for all those cuts, Oh God ? What’s that you say ? Stat sober and walk forward, one step at a time. Again, again, again, again, again, again…