Navigating Solutions and Darkness

The atheist called out  To the god she knew didn't exist 

I've been carrying the grief around like a forgotten backpack. 

Something something tragedy in three parts something 

I want  My safe spaces back

Open iron traps and let the words fly What's it that boils in sunken veins? What leads the charge from inside? What brings pain? What softens it? The grasp of silence grows stronger by the hour 

Yelling at the sky Screaming at the world  

I've been looking forward to this for days.