Set Free

In this moment,
My makeup runs from its placement.
No one sees the pain.
I do my best to make them all believe I’m sane.
On this dirty ground I lay.
In the fetal position I stay.
I want no one to see me like this.
I don’t want anyone close enough to kiss.
I know my Father sees me,
But I’m sick of all I feel and see.
I feel like I’m suffocating by a python.
I feel as though the sun’s warmth is gone.

I took the position of a warrior.
Now, I’m on the floor injured by this war.
I don’t understand these eyes so teary.
On my knees, I did pray fervently.
I feel as though I’m succumbing,
But that has never been my yearning!
They gave me the hardest blow yet,
And here I desperately long to forget;
Forget this which has made me crawl.
Forget this heart wrenching fall.

This which has left me broken will ultimately be my asset.
It will be the item shining in the sunset.
I don’t want to hate it like a beast.
No, I won’t bear anger unleashed.
It will somehow be glorious.
By Grace, I will be found guiltless.
I’ll take up my cross,
And I will walk through all the chaos!
This pain will become my testimony!
For by Love, I’ve been set free.

©2009 Jo Ann Cook