Loved Though Fallen
8/28/13
Bound
by choices, held in lies.
Laughing,
singing, to drown my cries
That
echo in the dark.
Down
in a crevice, deep in the vice.
Struggling,
reaching, falling down twice
And
then again and again.
Spinning
in circles, knife in my chest.
Wondering,
hurting, but smiling - lest
They
see my pain.
Blood
on hands, dark running deep.
Walking,
acting, pretending to sleep
So
they won't ask questions.
Dancing
the steps, much too slow.
Stumbling,
halting, afraid to go
But
it's too late to stop.
Shaking
in fear, nothing to say.
Sobbing,
trembling, forgetting to pray -
Or
rather, too ashamed to.
Known
by the Father, loves me the same.
Holding,
loving, calling by name
And
healing my brokenness.
Binding
my wounds, whispers of grace.
Healing,
refining, there's love in His face
Though
He knows I fell.
Setting
me down, taking my hand.
Guiding,
reminding, it's with Him I stand
For
He died to make me new.
~ZA
Copyright © 2013 Ophelia M. Flowers
