Poem

There is tension in my heart Lord. My mouth wants to throw expletives until my lungs are exhausted.

I want to release what I am feeling, but when I utter words they don't convey the turmoils within.

Lord I say nothing, but your perceptive ears pick up the heaviness in my heart Lord.

To you I whine and cry like a new born child, but you hold me firm and provide support to my fragility.

Through you I am strong, my weaknesses you cover.

When I go to the world my words fall short, but you know my heart Lord and you hear my cries.

You are the one who sees and the one who hears.