The well is dry
Tears have ceased.
Like brutal winter cold
But no snow is seen.
Numbness lies within,
Where emotions should be.
But who is watching,
Who is waiting?
For dramatic displays.
And weathered days.
And reaction to those
Who push and press
In their troubled ways.
My calm is eerie
And my tone forlorn.
Expressions are hidden
Behind barriers adorned.
You don’t know me.
You only see what
I give you to see.
The internal quiet,
The other me.
This hurting heart
And tired eyes.
Dwell within but
Expose my lies.
If you look closer,
Gaze where the soul runs deep.
You’ll feel the pulse,
And hear the echo
Of a broken hearts beat.
For worldly strife
Buries alive
The hope and courage
In a bipolar mind.
Yet..
I rise.
For the Glory
Of God
I carry on.
I live brave and inspired
By God.
I carry on.
Where fear should be
Is strength in me.
The Holy Spirit inhabits
The part you do,
And do not see.
So while I hope
To be the invisible one.
I’m fully covered and exposed
And loved,
by the Son.
This season shall pass.
And with it I’ll change.
As I rise,
a daughter claimed,
From the depths of world graves.
I carry on.
By the grace of God,
I carry on.
Authentic Truths 