For Your pain
Is so suffocating,
Wrapped too tight
Hard to breathe.
For Blurry vision
Takes ahold,
Can't see
Can't focus.
For Your
Mind is racing,
Can't freeze-frame
Your tumultuous thoughts.
For You're
Internally,
Seemingly sliced
Seemingly shredded.
Though,
God says,
Dear child,
For I
Will reconstruct
The damage.
For Your
Speared Soul,
I'll realign,
With Your own
Blessed bottled teardrops.
