Free
Darkness closes upon me as tears cloud my eyes.
All hope I once had away from me flies.
Does no one see my pain?
Does no one hear my cries?
The graveyard is filled with friends and family
Some have only emptiness, others hostility
There is no laughter in this desolate place
Is there One to whom we can take our plea?
Fear and doubt take my sight
So that I cannot walk in this night.
Bound tightly by my chains, I am trapped
Without a friend to free me from my plight.
A voice of beauty calls to me as I give up my fight
Who is this one clothed in holy light?
He says, "Come to me all who are weary.
My yolk is easy and My burden light."
My heart quails. I long to flee.
As cold as darkness is, it hides my iniquity.
I sob, "LORD, I've done so much wrong!"
"My child," He says as He releases me,
"I died so that you can be free."
Burden
How long do we carry our wounds
never letting other see our pain?
We bury them, hide them, ignore them
Hoping that no one sees our weakness.
Days, weeks, months, even years pass
And we think the pain is over and done,
But a cutting word, a thoughtless joke, a cruel prank,
And the pain crushes us once more
Even darker than before.
We think that it's better to disguise our fear
From the gaze of other's eyes
But deep in our souls we desperately need
A friend to help bear the ever-growing burden.
The wounds deepen
Leaving scars on our souls
Never healing, only growing
Until we break and fall apart
Yet even our closest friends never realize
The agony within, for how could they?
The pleas are swept beneath a smile
And eyes that close the world from our darkness
Only the One of Light
Can pierce that thick night
He knows our every pain, every scar,
Every sorrow, and cries with us.
He longs for us to reach out to Him
So he can comfort us, give us strength
and take the heavy, weary burden from our shoulders
And place it on his own.
Invisible Me
How many times have I been here before?
I sit and talk with my friends laughing.
Can they see that underneath my smile
I am hugging my knees sobbing?
Of course, they do not know.
They do not see my pain
Or the pillow on my bed
That my tears have stained
Why do I feel this way?
I do not understand.
Who knew I could be so alone
Surrounded by my friends?
My heart is aching.
My soul feels broken, shattered beyond repair
Rejected, thrown aside.
My spirit darkened, ripped and torn.
The person that they all see,
Happy, carefree, ready to smile:
It is a mask.
It is not me.
I am crying.
I am alone.
I am in pain.
Does anyone see?
Ever Flowing
Time flows as water
A slow stream, a fast river
but ever flowing
My past cannot be
Grasped once more in my fingers
just as the water
Slipping through the gap
the water passes me by
fading memory
Precious fleeting time
Remember my dearest friends
The joys and sorrows
Time flows as water
A slow stream, a fast river
but ever flowing.
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