I uttered my fragile fears,
hoping to find solace in your heart –
Instead they are crushed further into me as
your own scars are flung upon me.
Now I am drowning further.
Opening pages of a gifted word
a pre-destined blessing is poured upon my wounds
Hope whispering again:
Seek not your healing from the lost…
Surrender – All control to the one above.
Find your faith when all is lost,
Your joy when pain can no longer dim your innate song.