As I sit under the dilapidated shanty, humming Love Lifted Me, I feel my broken spirit subtly lifted.
The gentlemen ask “do you go to church,” I said yes but I have not been for sometime because of work.
Now I am seeking comfort in the spirit that you implanted within me, Jesus.
I am sure you are asking “where have you been all along my child?”
I have been there all along my King, life just created that hedge between our love.
Letting wild tangled weeds creep slowly between our well manicured lawn.
Looking up at the holes of that shanty, so apt to mirror the vacancy in my heart.
Another day has done and I am once again under the beat up shanty.
Cuddling my body as best as I could against the frosty waves beckoning my heart.
It still bites, it is still raw, it is still vivid.
Too soon for coziness that does not measure the vast bleak despair.
Smiles should not be expected, if you get a few, then congratulations.
Torn between feelings of love and anger.
You should have protected me but you open the way to my hurting.