Please don't pull away!
I beg you please!
It's me that is broken, not you my darling!
How could I say this?
You aren't my lover?!
You are only a reflection of the inward monster . . .
The inward monster?
Does it mean to destroy?
Does it mean to tear a part all the things that give you joy?
Yes! Yes!
It does, I can feel it!
Save me from myself,
I can hardly, I can hardly handle it.
But is the damage done?
Is there hope that can be found?
Or has the monster rampaged
and already torn apart your would be home?
No, there is hope.
She is safe in the distance.
I dare not speak of where she is preciously hidden.
Hidden you say?
Like a jewel, like a precious stone?
Yes, yes, the metal is precious in itself by her home.
Bring her to me, she is safe in my arms.
the mountains are strong, but my darling I am your God.
I dare not come out!
Don't make me reveal!
These rags are dirty and my heart I cannot feel.
I hear them whisper.
They whisper their nasty thoughts!
I promise it is not my own.
I dread them and wish them to be gone!
Heal me, Heal me!
I beg you please.
Take away this brokenness that constantly hurts me.
Peace be still.
Peace is kind.
As I whisper love into your life.
Hear the gentle sound of a loving and content mind.
Quiet. Quiet.
All is well.
I whisper in the wind
My divine will.
Everything is quieter
and love you can finally comprehend.
Bring her to me
and I promise you will be whole again.
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