Her Wall

She stitched her heart to her past, and you can’t see what lingers behind a wall of regretful memories. A casket became loves home, and you can’t reach it. The deeper you dig, the deeper wounds become. Eyes are fixed on an image that is painted in time. These memories locked in a cage; they took the keys and threw them away. Now all she knows is of a broken vase that won’t go away. You try to reach in and see what’s inside, and take hold of what can be her heart. But you come up with nothing, but a bottle of tears. Her walls are strong, they are tall…. Jericho met its match. Its time to take down another city... May its walls come down only for love…..may the past become the past…..

Footprints

I sit with my head in my hands. It’s as if my mind is filling with a darkness I can’t speak of. Here I am reminiscing everything that is taking place. I am walking without legs. I am breathing with out lungs. I am living without heart. It’s as if I am continuing in this dark place reaching for nail scared hands extended, but all I grasp is empty space. Nothing is there. My soul cries out. I scream within myself. It’s has if I’m in a cage. I feel I am walking through the Valley of the shadow of death without the guide of your staff, I can’t see the comfort of your rod. I scream within myself. All I beg for is your hand to hold. But I am alone.

I hear a heart beat. It won’t go away.

This heartbeat is not mine. This breath is the breath of life. There is evidence of movement, but it is not of my own. Carried in the arms of grace, I am carried in the arms of grace.

Game Over

A fox, sly and cunning… moves about. This seducing smile holds me captive. I can’t move. Those eyes pierce my very fortress that took long to build. I feel it crumbling. I feel these foundations give way to…. smooth words. My door opens up to a thief….take your time, tear me up inside. I am only a toy in this game. Victim and action figure, I have become in this game of cat and mice. Seduction at it most subtle form. Execute the elected in their sleep. Tear their heart out, their head on your platter. Its time to find another innocent victim.
I walk past you.
You see me.
You want to play another game.
This time I’ll be calling the shots.
This time ignorance is bliss.
This time a shot below her belt will give her the idea.
This time I know better.