as i scream in rage and fury and my head explodes from the pain, its quick trip to the ground is only beaten by the fragments of a broken heart, freshly glued and taped back together, as it is smashed over and over again with the hammer that has made me bruise and bleed so many times before.

i have no words for this pain. no expression for this rage. no ability to organize these feelings into a systematic reaction.


what's up now Job, what's up now?


all at once the ghosts come back

oh tears of rage
tears of anguish
stay down
stay away
i cannot restrain you
i cannot control you
i cannot hold you back

i cannot fathom
i cannot comprehend
these knives plunge deep
i rot with this aching pain
unexpected brokenness
i cannot deal with this

but You can
yet again, I turn
and all that I am left with is You

my wings are broken
can i rest under yours?



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