Called Out

 

 I found my heart,

 Lying in ashes…

Discarded by past madness

And false interventions of care

Left it beating outside myself

Somewhere amidst

 Lies that were sold

 I bought ..

 For a price too high…

 I found my heart

There covered in darkness

Hurt had cost me so much

Because I just couldn’t understand

The Divine plan

 And why this road was rocky

Hard…

I felt the past generations’ weights on my shoulder

 And the future generations freedom calling me

 To find a Way…

To be strong…

Not in the sense of not shedding tears

Or never showing emotion

But the type of strength that calls one to ponder

 The kind of strength that says be True to Self

 Love you among all imperfections,

 Because even those things make you beautiful…

I heard them calling me to be strong enough to find myself…

Laying on the shelves of shame

 And halls of guilt…

 Carrying out a sentence for a crime I had not committed.

 I was being told to set myself Free…

So I found my heart

Ready to be wrapped up in my loving thoughts,

 Willing to be nurtured

 By the Grace that had been given unto me…

 

Reviews

[Jetta Zippora]

I love it! Beautiful write, friend! Very beautiful! :)

[Mandi]

awe this is pretty