A rock is in my shoe

A rock is in my shoe, never quitting,

Rubbing me raw, and I am a mountain and I am splitting

Open and a fine mist comes streaming out

My unwitting mind lays witness to its death

It’s not because suffering is unremitting

Or God is a classic case of “I’m shitting you”

I want to crush my own spirit before someone else can do it

Afraid someone will find me and see my exterior

Don’t fear her, they’ll say, suddenly they’re committing

I can’t run away when I’m joined to my roots

My poisonous roots, there’s no joy in these roots

I am attached to my own breaking back

And now I’m admitting it

I am a mountain and I am splitting

Because I am afraid to be loved.