Feelings, Bottled Up, Stuffed Down
Becoming (in a sense) not a part of you.
But causing (at the same time) you
To be not a part of yourself too.
So that you,
Who He created,
The whole you,
Even to yourself.
But not to God
Who sees "it" all
Remembers "it" all
Forgives "it" all
And loves you not just in spite of "it"
(whatever your "it" is),
But because of "it".
Until we face and embrace whatever it is that seems now,
And surely seemed at the time,
We can not live fully alive.
The walking wounded are the ones who walk in death,
Death to a part of themselves
A part they may even not know
A part that is separated because it is/was deemed unacceptable but
Which must be accepted,
To be redeemed.