in & out

you've come in and turned out to be the one who's teaching me how to learn. oh, how truth burns. and oh, how it hurts. some might say I deserve much worse than this; some might say I deserve forgiveness. but you—you say I am chosen and I am loved, not because of what I have or haven't done, but because I am yours.

you've rushed in and cast out the darkness I once thought was light. oh, what truth reveals. and oh, how it heals. some might say I've lost the race; some might say I've earned my place. but you—you say I am standing here in your grace, not because of who I can or cannot be, but because I am yours.

a said mess.

When heart breaks turn in to headaches
and the "learning how to cope" becomes, well...
somewhat of a joke, I must say how funny it is
that we hopelessly give reason upon reason
for maintaining a smile,
which feels more like treason than honesty.
but honestly, why must we keep on saying
"I'm fine" and insisting on dignifying our pride?
when all the while the aching, throbbing mess
of what's deep in our chests is kept buried
like treasure so no one can see
that we are beautiful even if we're broken
and have no idea how to open up our hearts
to be healed and redeemed.
We long to feel loved, to be free...
so let's take the risk of losing our stilts
for the chance to fall into the abyss of truth
where hopes are revived and peace is restored.
Oh, what more could we want
than to know we are loved
not because of obligation or chore, but simply
because we are wanted and chosen.
And there is no good deed, nor bad thought
that could ever tear or rot that love—
that wood-bearing love that carries me.