“The person in the narrative resists the persistent call of bells to “come home” and seek forgiveness. Despite being broken and weary, they are grounded by their pain and humanity. They find solace in love likened to rain and thunder, and despite their struggles, continue to rise again and resist submission.”
Thank you AI for evaluating my struggle through your computerized interpretation. AI is scary.
RESIST
easy timed tones, like bells in the steeple
calling me home. Calling me to forgive my sins. The same for every soul
but my feet do hold and they grow roots. I will not go. I will not go.
center me to the place I been.
in the dark, alone, where no one’s home.
in the dark, alone, where no one’s home.
I hear the bells I hear the bells
their tone is calling me home
but I won’t go
I will not go
heaven or hell
will have to wait
my feet grow roots in this pounding pain
being human means to be broken again and again
Fragile in an upside down box my friend
and I know I am heavy
and you can only hold so long
and I hide in shadows
for relief
but I love your love that falls
like rain. like thunder rolling across the plains
lightning strikes like fire to kill my pain.
and I rise and I am up again
easy paced tones
fall on my ears
calling me home. Calling me to forgive my sins. The same for every soul
but my feet do hold and they grow roots. I will not go. I will not go.
center me to the place I been.
I will rise again.
INTO THIS DEEP 