You think the ground beneath my feet doesn’t crack?
You think my heart has not known pain?
You think my shoulders don’t feel burdened by the weight of my inadequacies, my unsureness and my sins?
Imagine holding a living human heart in your hands.
In all its gore and glory.
It thumps sitting in your hands. Beats.
Now imagine tearing it to shreds.
Do you think everyone in this world is pleasant and sweet like a honeydew melon?
But there are a few
A smile breaks a beat in my chest
But let me tell you my secret, my friend
I picked up the shredded pieces and shoved them back into the chamber
I stood up
And in that little place where my head rested upon the ground
Everything on my shoulders fell away from me
It seemed like a little place
But the reality is
That it’s the largest place
In holy existence
My place of belonging
They wanted to build a house
Build a home
But He already built one for me in the sky
And for now
I am earning it.