Here I stand
Sensing as my heart grows cold
Losing the old feeling of feeling
Blocking myself from any possibility
Of feeling insecurity in your presence
Bracing myself against the coaxing of your voice
Wondering where lies my choice
Of where to go and what to do
Here I stand
Feeling the sting
That every stone brings when you throw it at me
Searing shut every possibly avenue
That pain could use to get through to the inner parts of me
Refusing to admit
That I want to quit
Feeling after the sting from your words has long since faded away
Here I stand
Flaying open a wound supposedly healed
Long ago sealed by bitterness and inescapable pain
Allowing, now, the healing salve of forgiveness to enter
Ignoring the small splinter of resentment that remains
Removing any indication of
Anything but love
So that I can be free to live again