Sculpted by silence

My days were filled with limp lifts of your hands, each a tear steeped in lost compassion. You made me swim in a cold, clammy sea of sorrow~ and shaped me into a voiceless, motionless s c u l p t u r e. My cries were your joy— your face and the devil’s wore identical masks. Your indifference became a disease to my heart, soul, and mind... and you dimmed the r a g i n g f i r e of love once emblazoned on my spirit. "When yesterdays become devoid of compassion." You wished me ceaseless tears. You filled your heart with whatever floated your boats— and most of what you swam with was worse than hatred~ yours are I n d i f f e r e n c e and n e g l e c t. I knocked on psychiatrists' doors— only to find them latched behind, walls unspoken like the ones you built. I tried to smoke, to numb my mind— but thoughts were too heavy, too thick to lift. Even alcohol grew placid on my tongue— its burn too dull to matter. Thank God I met Jesus— on my wounds, He rubbed a healing balm, His sunshine blossomed as treasure in my chest. In the rubble of devastation, I found your love again. But what am I supposed to do with it now? Only that I am now fearless, tearless.. by His s c r I p t u r e.