I struggled all day with whether or not I was going to post this one. It is pretty personal and describes a lot of where I am at right now. So read with that in mind. As always your thoughts, comments, and criticisms are much appreciated.
I live inside a room of my own
Where all the “have dones” and “am doings”
Have been held hostage.
And the answer to their question: “Who are you?”
Sings out with my accomplishments.
Successes stacked in every corner
Relationships hidden beneath a veil
Failures pushed aside
And words of affirmation
Hanging like an oversized poster
I scream to make them believe,
“This is me!”
Twenty years without spring.
Devoid of growth and renewal
The walls begin to crack and fade.
Together rust and fists destroy, and
What was once my refuge is
Now my prison.
Amidst the wreckage I kneel,
Stunned and staring at what I’ve created .
Debris and broken relationships
Litter the floor,
But there she stands
Unwavering at the door
Gazing upon my brokenness,
These ruins together we created.
Time freezes as the weight of my actions
Bear down upon her.
Options and emotions begin pouring in,
Telling her to run – but we both know
She never will.
Through pain and tears she whispers
“Be still…”
Quiet and cautious, together we sit
Watching and waiting
For comfort, for healing, for restoration.
