I was praying,

this morning, 

like any other morning,

when I heard you. 

No, more like I felt you, 

I felt you calling for me, 

caressing and telling me,

that everything will be okay, 

when I am with you. 

While praying, 

this thought came to mind, 

and it felt like,

it was from you.

 

It felt very promising,

a promise of serenity,

no more of this life. 

no more pain.

While praying, 

I see myself grabbing a bunch of keys, 

from the upstairs table, 

walking out the balcony, 

and fly towards you.

I was in trance,

Oh how tranced I was.

When I finished praying, 

all I wanted to do,

was to go upstairs. 

I wasn't afraid, 

it felt,

rather peaceful.

So I went, 

I climbed the stairs,

I pushed the bedroom door,

I was getting that bunch of keys, 

when I saw my baby,

sleeping on the floor,

as peaceful,

as can be. 

And just like that, 

my peace was gone, 

I snapped,

and all I felt,

was rage again.

If it wasn't for her, 

I would have gone to you. 

If it wasn't for her,

I would have been free.

But the thing is,

I don't know whether,

I should thank her, 

or curse her,

for getting in the way.