Saturday, November 12, 2011

when i cry

I think perhaps you thought me beautiful at first glance
not knowing I was all apple-dropped
and chopped up inside

if you had seen my bruises, well, what then?

But you did not.

And you had already fallen
before those lovely curls unfurled
and you finally detected
the different fragrance of freshly shattered
glass in me

and you were already sinking
before my glittery eyes
in the valleys of life

and you could not unclimb me

how do you feel inside
when I cry
and I’m fragile (?

And the only lovely part of me
often looks like misery
        when I hurt for the world
in a world of hurt
and the ache is what He uses to make
me clean?

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