prolonged growth

my eyes;
fixed on the ground before me,
only see a few steps in front


picking at the scab

In this I reside;
unspeakable pain
to important to keep inside
to unbearable to explain

my eyes look to the ground
and see the step ahead
but only one step ahead

my mind has imprisoned itself;
It holds the key to the lock
but fumbles to activate freedom.

“I’M SCARED”
says an etching on the classroom desk
“so am I. But know that there is always hope;
hope in God will set you free.”
I write back.

only so much time and energy I have
why can I not move on?
why won’t I move on?
what is God doing in me?

I hate this
Thank You God for being with me.
Thank You for knowing me perfectly.