Ceiling (Old Wounds IV)

White sheet covering my torso
I am laughing
Because I know
Something about Christ
And his love for me
I smile.
I am free.

But I can feel the cracks
The ones I had spent months filling
Split up again
Opening wide
Embracing the pain
I am struggling to cover up

I smile
I look up
Thinking of Christ
His Love.

Perhaps there's salvation for people like me too.

Old Wounds III

Dear Lovers,
Thank you.
I am where I am because of you.
You have been the best teachers I could ask for
Eagerly teaching me what Love is not.

Love loves me.
She waited patiently for 17 years to have me.

Love loves me.
She freed me,
restored my dignity
my faith

Love loves me.

Love loves me.

She loves me.

And for you boy-who-broke-my-heart
Who started it all,
I take back the power I gave you.
You can no longer hurt me
I don't need you to love me
You no longer have any space in my heart
Or mind
I free myself of you.

Thank you for rejecting me.