My eyes carry
an invisible weight
one that has stayed
silent
for what feels like too long
And when I try to open my mouth
words betray me
no—
my thoughts correct me
Is there really anything to complain about
Not long ago
these thoughts were a trap
I failed to acknowledge
my flesh
not its impure lust
but its cry for help
I denied it until I felt nothing
I have learned to let it feel
to speak things aloud
and it begins to make more sense
I begin to see the hand of the Lord more clearly
and the place I stand within it
how He is for me
and not against me
My mind was right, but it needed heart
They say truth without love wounds
I didn't realise
the day the plastic knife
turned silver
But I am healed now
though I tend to forget
I am human.
I should pin that to my wall
Blocked letters
I AM ALLOWED TO FEEL.
Being spiritual; trusting in God
does not dismiss that
And I am glad
my Father Himself tells me that.
23: 38 — 26/5/26
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