my heart is bleeding and broken (i'm dying)
externally i'm whole
inside tells another story
i cry out inwardly
but my lips won't move
i don't crave your attention
in fact i avoid it
if i act like everything's ok
you'll assume that it is
and we'll only speak in passing
should you pause for a moment
to ask the deeper question:
really, how have you been?
i might just burst into tears
or worse, i may actually share
my heart condition with you.
so when you see me
accept my smile for what it is
speak and keep moving
that's ok right?...
i've always said everyone
has their own personal story
well right now mine is the tragedy
of young Christian slowly turning her back
on the embrace of true Love.
and I wonder why I have no intimacy,
priding myself on being an open book
i only let you see what i want you to see
my dailymask is wearing thin
perhaps now my tear-stained cheeks
are in full view
my puffy, lonely eyes and weakened frame
all convey the vastly empty well that is
my spirit (or what's left)
I've fallen apart.
Knowing only Jesus can make me whole,
I sit here stagnant.
What am I going to do about it?
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