Weakness is shameful. It provokes disgust and invokes provocation.
Hidden in solitude
No one can find me
Guarded by pride
No one can touch me
Walls, I have built
In keeping others out
I've fenced myself in
I sit in silence as winter calls for me. The streams dwindle as the rivers ceased their flow. Light fades as the world goes deaf. But snickering laughter and mocking tones remind me of who I've been. Walking Death, like a chilled breeze sweeping across my chest, draws me near and I begin to fall.
I cry out, and He hears. I reach out as He holds out His hand. Gathered to Him I find my peace as the voice that shook the heavens whispers, "I am here."
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Monday, July 9, 2007
Ashes
Posted by Eva at 10:56 PM
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2 comments:
This sounds really dark. Are you ok?
Yeah, not all things are bright and beautiful in the world. It's more than ok though. Saddness makes laughter beautiful, and laughter makes saddness bearable.
Besides, He is always there to take me out.
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