She's on the edge of the world
Her arms outstretched before her
Holding her heart cupped in her hands
The wounds of misunderstanding bare to all
Screaming but nobody's listening
Conflicted
Where does she go?
Torn
Who can she trust?
Broken
Who will be her savior?
He goes to stand by her
But the face...
Hidden from her eyes
When will his identity be revealed?
Too many choices...too much confliction
She's falling over now
Feeling trapt
Which way to go?
Up or down?
Left or right?
She hits the crossroads
With her doubts
Around her like a cloud
She sits down and cries
" Oh savior help me now "
He comes at her call
Face hidden still
Her doubts proving her unworthy
Of the sacred knowledge of truth
" Child when you are ready for it
It will come to you "
TheMerrittGirl · Wed Dec 01, 2010 @ 09:30pm · 0 Comments |