Walls

I’ve built walls

No feelings, No pain

Apathy

I hurt, I deny it

I am fine, I am not

I fear

I bottle tears

A strong face

A broken Soul

A call

I am in training

This pain will help others

Eventually

God is near

He is so far away

I fall, I hide

I lie, I run

There’s no escape

Where is the Hope I know?

I cry for touch

I shy away from others

Trust, Mistrust

Shame

I am weak, worthless

I am a beautiful vase

The Silversmith

Watches the silver in the fire

Refining it

It’s too hot

It’s too much

I am cracking under the strain

A voice

Rest

Come and Rest, Beloved

Cast your cares on Me

I am here

You are loved

A bird in a cage

Afraid

To taste the freedom of the sky

A child abused and abandoned

Scared,

Needing affection

Shying away from One who loves them

Apathy

No emotion, no pain

Walls

Strong walls

Cracking, falling down

I feel, I cry

I fear, I need

Touch me, support me

I am weak and frightened

I will not ask nor demand

Please

Be there for me

A simple touch

I know here is safe

So why do I still fear and hide?

Will you coax me out?

Will I ever learn

To put the pain of before behind me?

I see a long hard road

I see threads crossing

Weaving

What is the picture of the tapestry?

One day I will see it

I will trace my thread

I will have my further up and further in

I will see Aslan, Jesus, King of All

Daddy, El Shaddai

I will learn

I will heal

I will be free

I will learn to trust

Someday

I will give help to others

I still need help

I want to give it

Together we learn

No more Walls