Dear Jesus,
You say I can come to you
just as I am
and tell you just how I feel-
the good, bad and ugly…
Ok- here it goes…
I feel trampled,
mangled
and milked…
My heart feels trampled-
like a stampede of people
walking on my heart.
Some —
not realizing it’s there.
Feels like one more step—
One more step will do me in
To stop my heart for good.
Mind?
mangled —
Mangled emotions,
voices and memories,
live wires jumbled,
criss-cross!
A time-bomb,
one more wrong move
it’s all gonna blow,
Spirit,
circumstances,
hopes and dreams milked dry,
a drop yet left,
one more squeeze
And my spirit will deflate
……and wither.
Funny,
think about how a soul may feel
like a coconut—
buried,
……but still in-tact
A hard shell binding it
Blinding it….
So,
here I am…
right or wrong…
real or imagined…
exaggerated-
none the less-
trampled,
mangled
and milked…
In desperation mind…
He said to me
“if your heart stops,
your mind blows
and spirit withers,
I Am
Resurrection and Life
Do you believe?”
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