I sink my fingers into the earth
Fighting to hang on to what I know to be true
But the one I thought was my friend was the one
Everyone warned me about
He strives to bring me down into the trenches he manipulated me into digging
I can’t blame everything on him
Although
It wouldn’t be difficult to do
But I to, am responsible for my choices
Why do I consistently try to pull myself back up?
When I know that
Adonai is waiting for me to say ‘help please’
I feel the sweat start to form on my body
And I feel the weight on my shoulders
I can’t help but scream out an exasperated
Please Please Please
Do not forsake me
But the hand coming down is gentle
helps me to the place I strive to go
merely weak
my heart turns from tired to grateful
I ask for forgiveness
His arms wrap around me reminding me I don’t have to earn His love
Glass ceilings, glass houses, and glass windows
all the same break when I shout out in tremendous pain
I can’t play the pretending game anymore
I have become who I was created to be
weather tried to stop me, the weeds tried to choke me, but a flower that is meant to grow will grow
it will come out of the ground, and you won’t be prepared for the beauty that is coming
encompassing you
more than just beautiful to the eye
something that fought that hard to surface will fight harder before it dies
About the Creator
Canaan Trice
Hi, my name is Canaan. I am just a girl who loves to write about the life happening around me and within me. I hope you enjoy.
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