Something inside me broke–
and it’s been a gathering of shards and scraps since.
I’ve been holding the pieces in my arms
asking God for it to be fixed.
But maybe the shards of glass are just sand
and they’re meant to blow away with the wind.
Perhaps what was broken was intentionally finished
so I may receive what God wants to give.
into the waters of August
and a glorious sunset–
smooth sailing away.
Let me take you to my garden.
Let me take you to where I bloom.
Where my little patch of earth
of ocean and mountains, bright in hue,
sing a song of joy and gloom.
Together, at the same time,
is where you’ll find me,
but kept safe in loving, helpful harmony.
Just know that there is more to me
than what you’ve seen—
In your garden, I became a wallflower.
But in mine, you consumed the wildflowers.
Everything I feel in the day
Comes out at night,
Like the bass of thunder
And the flash of light.
It keeps me awake with its constant beating,
Slapping the texture
Of my aching heart.
But to fall asleep to the sound of the rain.
It washes the hurt
That is brought by your name.
And to witness that powerful shift to healing
Means far more to me
Than what Anxiety thought it was stealing.