frozen inside of the places i have lived
and slightly merged to all of the pain
a deep weight has settled in my soul on days i have believed i was strong
strong enough to walk out and smile with my heart on my sleeve
smart enough to grasp the concepts of pain in my heart, body, and mind
Old enough and bold enough to stand up to the fiercest of trial
and then again i was just musing about what i would do the next time i had
a breakdown, or breakthrough
tears stream, and receed into the deep
nostile stinging, holding my breath to snatch another tear from being seen
some see bodies and feel a longing for an encounter behind closed doors
but it would be nice for someone to just hold your hand, today
walking barefoot on the sand
snapping back into the reality of,
that not being the case
its not the same body, not the same grace
so i quiver at the chance to be unseen
or , maybe, the opportunity to lean. again
on someone
on something
that God has made visible
a tree of life in the shape of a lady wisdom
in the shape of things to come
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