Just...
I don't want to write right now, but the boss says I must,
So I gotta make this work somehow.
I honestly don't feel like I'm even here.
Yet somehow, my heart is full of human things, like doubt, anguish and fear.
I look flawless, the camera lies.
And with every little secret, part of my soul dies.
I started out so bright.
Living in the light.
Trying to do all I can to live right.
But the day was a long time ago.
I'm lost, in limbo in the night.
At this point, why even fight?
I only hope God really is in the forgiving business.
But after all I've done and seen, how?
So when you see me smile and act like all is well.
Please know I am living my own personal hell.
I was blinded by the light.
It appeared so pure and beautiful, so sparkling white.
Then the boss introduced me to blue.
Can I please change my shoes?
This path is not a good fit.
I feel like I'm drowning, but breathing, how is this real?
I gave my life to Jesus so long ago.
So God, I cry out from the depths of the darkness of my soul.
Does sealed, really mean sealed?
Can you take a broken mess like me?
Can I be healed?
Then unexpectedly, I see his smile..
But I know not to trust as first glance.
Too much unspoken and unhealed.
So then if you are who you say you are.
Send me a miracle, I need to know I've not fallen too far.
Copyright Hayley Esther 23.3.21
