Grace will rebuild.
You are not broken.
You are scarred and still standing,
Battle worn, weary,
But still kind,
You are not defeated.
Stop feeding that darkness
with old lies
and unrelenting doubt.
Look through my eyes,
Into this heart,
Open in these bloodied hands,
And I’ll show you,
the miracle you’ve become.
I will brush the blood and gravel from these weary knees.
I will stand and sift through the glorious ash of the girl too afraid to live.
I will gather up the good pieces left refined
And leave the rest to become ink and scars.
I will put to good use this needle and thread.
I will allow to mend what has been left torn open.
I will open wide, wiser eyes and seek.
I will sing a new song.
I will emerge less of her ….
and so very much more.
What if’s and Why did I’s
raining down like volcano ash;
smothering the light
that sets free.
What if I simply slipped back into winter, frozen and numb?
Why did I let myself begin to burn?
What if I ran again …
from him, from her, from the dreams?
Why did I let myself be seen?
What if I went back into hiding?
Why did I step from the shadows at all?
What if I gave back into fear?
Why did I ever believe their lies?
I am afraid of falling,
And I am afraid of the standing still.
I am afraid of staying numb forever,
Unmoved and frozen in worn out armor,
And I am afraid of the exposure,
Of catching fire under a blinding sun.
I am afraid the roots of loneliness
Have grown too far-reaching,
Too deep to be torn to the surface,
And I am afraid my love
is a storm tossed ship lost at sea.
I am afraid these broken pieces
Left behind from so many sorrows,
Are too sharp for innocent mortals,
And I am afraid I don’t quite recognize myself
When whole and happy.
I am afraid of all that’s hidden inside me…
The passion, the hate, the wild wind,
The sorrow, the overwhelming joy,
The untapped ocean depth,
And I am afraid it can no longer stay contained.
I am afraid…
And I am choosing to be brave.
Fan the flames.
Watch it burn….
That girl you used to be.
The weakness soaked in excuses.
The regrets that have paralyzed.
The fear you’ve danced with too long.
The demons that wrestle against your resolve.
The bridges that keep you shackled,
To a place that no longer knows your name.
Light the match.
Fan the flames.
Watch it burn.