The tears my heart had welled up
Goes out to the winds and air of the sky
The sighs, the sobs the hurts squeezed my heart
It aches inside, cuts like a knife.
Life can be too good to be true
Or could it be unfair?
Why do I feel attached
When I am free.
Seems I play the victim
When God says I am the victor
Why not let go,
And let God surprise me.
I feel the tremor inside me
I don’t know if it’s the hurt..
Could it be the fear of losing that’s killing me
or the pain or the angst?
Heal me Lord, I pray
Keep me Lord, I say
Leave me oh, pain
Make me better my acclaim!
– by author/lovebyrinth 2015