pain...a poem.

I am a sponge,
and I soak up so much:
the details, the wounds, the scars emotional and physical.
Why did you think it wouldn't affect me?
I am flesh and blood and emotion,
I am caught in the balance of holding my own ground
and for what? Don't tell me what I already know...

I am not falling apart,
but I don't need to take on the roles unintended,
let me be, let me have peace, thank you.

I am healing;
breaking apart and being sewn back together,
it is painful, but
it is what I need
it is what I want.
God provides me with the strength I lack,
thanks be to God for the wounds that brought me back to him
thanks be to God for the healing that brings me closer to him.
[nv]