Behind Me Poem by April Humason

Behind my eyes, a wilderness grew,
A past of fire I never knew.
I hid my steps in shifting sand,
And buried dust upon my hands.

Behind my voice, a trembling sound,
A secret place where fear was bound.
I walked away from blood and shame,
And changed the sound of my own name.

My soul lived far from what it knew,
Among the quiet and the few.
A shepherd's cloak, a borrowed life,
Away from palace, crown, and strife.

No one could see the weight I bore,
The burning truth beneath my core.
Though tents and silence filled my sight,
The calling waited in the night.

And in the hush of Horeb's flame,
God spoke aloud what I outran.
No longer fleeing what I'd done—
But rising toward what He'd begun.

Behind me now the chains I wore,
Before me waits the sacred door.