Each day,
I cry out for help.
Yet each day,
I refuse to help myself.

Dear God, what is wrong with me?

If I could…
sing sweet songs,
dance swift motions,
run far paths,
reach high places,
or step shaky ground,
I’d do it all for you.

But…
my voice cracks,
my body aches,
my legs shake,
my arms fail,
and the ground gives in.

If my voice picked you up,
I’d talk and talk so you heard no other noise.

If my shoulder brought you comfort,
I’d sit next to you until you pushed your demons away.

If my love filled you with happiness,
I’d love and love and love you until the end of time.

But,
You hear other noises and
Your demons still stay near and
Your soul grabs onto its sadness.

Yet,
I will talk and talk and
I will sit next to you and
I will love and love and love you
By
Singing sweet songs,
Dancing swift motions,
Running far paths,
Reaching high places,
And stepping shaky ground.
No matter how my much my
Voice cracks,
Body aches,
Legs shake,
Arms fail,
Or the ground gives in.

I will do this all for you.

Each word of mine is a piece of my heart,
Resting in hands that I've trusted.
Each word from your mouth forms the tool...
The tool that will make or break me.

Be careful
What you say,
What you do,
And how you react.

I know it's not safe nor fair,
But your words are making a powerful tool...
And you're two seconds from hitting the trigger.