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Writer's pictureElizabeth Funderbirk- Rowe

Calling On His Name...

*Originally posted Thursday, November 25th 2010.*



I loathed myself... I didn't know anyone that hated themselves as much as I did... I hid it so well... I am sure that I revealed my secret a time or two under the guise of disguise... But... the sarcasm that ripped through the atmosphere from my tongue that was dripping with lies all flowed from a mouth that was lined with a smile...


I had to play it close to the vest... My no-nonsense attitude wore like armor protecting my chest... That housed a bleeding heart that pumped out more fear than anything else...


I had to keep it hidden under the surface... just enough so I felt it pulsating through my veins... seeping from my lungs with each deep ragged exhale...


My footsteps labored...The path below my feet like glass. Each step wrong... but I continue on... I dont see a way out anymore... the light at the end use to shine... the blood leaking from my soul draining my ability to think within reason... On my knee's... My actions...and those reactions...Here I am in all my Bane... The walls closing...


I call on HIS name....

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