Let Go

This is a spoken word about God and the burdens that I carry.

There is this one guy that I keep running away from
His name’s mentioned everywhere
Sorta famous person u could say
Even my mother adores him
Basically the question is
Who doesn’t
Every night he attempts to contact me
Constantly tries to pry my mind open with his soothing words
To crash these walls that I have built under the glistening heat of the sun
I made sure that these walls are steady and firm
Hopefully thick enough to ward off unwanted guests and make me sleep peacefully at night
I wonder why he�"of all people, known and great�"would even bother to reach out
A speck of dirt, am I, against the stars that shine so bright against the murky sky
Days swiftly passed by
Every second something changes
Fleeting as all things are
Yet he still remained constant
Proving that change is not that permanent
Maybe Heraclitus isn’t that bright
I continued to build my walls
Higher and higher
Yes!
I’m pretty sure no one can enter or even climb now
Higher and higher
What’s that noice
Higher and higher
As the sky weeped and the leaves danced
Peering outside my tower’s windowpane
There he was
Constant, never fleeting
When will he ever give up
Months passed
Winter’s cold, indeed
I bask in desolation
Peering outside my tower’s windowpane
There he was
Standing with what I assume is a hot cup of Milo at hand
I noticed that the view is clearer
Maybe, just maybe,
These walls aren’t meant to be there
Maybe, he, of all people
Really does want me
A speck of dust amidst the twinkling stars
And maybe
It’s time for me to tear down these walls
To let go of these sticks and stones
And let God