Poetry- Carry On

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.