Her name was chaos,

A woman so dangerous

She wasn’t the name 

Of a hurricane,

But how you described it

She was the adjective

Of beautiful destruction.

She was born from the ashes

Of forgotten riots and unmarked caskets

Raised in the dark streets of desperation 

Her hunger for change a raw starvation

The sameness of the world lead

To unique thoughts no one ever said

Her raw passion a whirlwind

Her name was Chaos

A collection of scattered thoughts

That when others saw inside her head

Couldn’t help but be captivated.

She was the beautiful kind of broken

The kind you can’t help falling in love with.

 

But what about her

Thoughts scattered

No train of thought, she is lost

A sheep cut from the curd

Holding on the others words

Since she can’t speak coherently 

She feels the emptiness 

Inside of her destruction

She wants to change

So she searches for faith

 

Falls to her knees 

With tears dripping

Claws at the pews 

To anchor her to you

Clings to her bible for a cure

Praying for you to uplift her curse

And that’s when you held her

Pulled her to your chest and whispered the words “Daughter,

Do not fear your own head,

For I have put those thoughts in it,

It will hurt

You live in an imperfect word

But that’s why I gave you the power to think

Differently

To lead others into a brighter life that separates them from society

You are made a misfit to normality”

 

So there she was, Chaos

Kneeling at a wooden cross

Turning her destruction from those who cared about her

To the Limitations and expectations

And created a trail

Through the evil

 

Chaos found peace

All she had to do was believe

She was who God made her to be

And she was perfect that way too

So what is God trying to say

To you?