Exposed, but restrained.
Not a hand is upon me
For these unbreakable chains
Bind me more tightly
More firmly, it seems
Despite that they’re not tangible
Having no more substance than dreams.
Panic races through my veins
Vulnerable to the world lie my fears and my pains,
Laid out before them like rags on the floor
Yet I’m helpless to gather them
And can hide them no more.
No more are they secrets
Locked deeply within;
No longer can I deny them,
Covering them desperately like sin.
There they are at Your mercy
Lifeless at Your feet
Here I crumble before You
Accepting defeat.
Age 24