Pride keeps me in shatters though I’m begging to be healed Screaming for relief but my clutch will not yield
I say I’m doing fine and I promise I’m okay. But my heart is gently peeling pumping blood of disarray
Ruins
In spiritual ruins
That’s how I entered your throne room
Bright with promises you know I didn’t keep
Brokenness mixed with shouts of bravado.
I turned my back to rebuke myself, ashamed you should see me this way
Desperately trying to piece myself together
Forcing parts to fit but always losing my grip. Crying ‘cos it only hurt more.
Yet you waited
For me to forgive myself and allow your healing
But I’m too ashamed so I’ll continue hurting, yearning, bleeding
