i overheard a conversation
between two parts of a whole
below an afflicted, sun-burned sky
you sought shelter in the shade,
how peace is passing. . . .a torn &
temporary nature. . . .the heart
pounding inside of you. . .you thought
it would explode, the colors stain
your pretty clothes, your modest masks,
your acceptable image. . . . . . . . . . .
i overheard a conversation
one part slowly dying, the other,
bent low && crying. . . .draingin the toxins
from your system. Before your head
touches the ground, you steal a sudden glance,
a look around, confirm no one is watching
then you let the pain breathe for a while
she let the pain speak for a while
i let the pain go for a while
i drop my burdens at Your* feet
Author notes
i'm on the outside
and i'm looking in
(staind~outside)
*Your. . . .as in You, God, Lord.
Comments
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It seems very spiritual to me...and as painful as the theme is...it seems to be a universal one...where we give up cares and worries and put them in the hands of God.
I have never gone there but there are times that I wish that I could...when everything becomes so emotionally heavy, such extra baggage...it would be good to relinquish it all.
You're a smart cookie.
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