Can I have nothing of my own?
Must everything I have or want be shared?
Not that I do not wish to give--God knows my heart--
But must I be enslaved to being exposed,
As though I were a book for any soul to glance through then discard at will?
As though one's diary were to begin to speak and betray
All secrets one has ever had, to betray all confidence;
And why must I be tormented with sharing such DEAR and PRECIOUS things?
Though material things be snatched away, I care not--
Only that I have to share something so
Precious, so priceless, so perfect....
This is the reason of my despair.
I've recoiled my feelings.
I now live in my own fortress--
A place that I have built that no one can see or touch
Unless they can see into
The small window of my heart.
I open the gates for no one
Unless I feel it is safe--that I can trust them. Yet I must be careful,
Lest I let in a predator....
For once I let someone in, they can
see ALL OF ME, and
All my hidden thoughts are revealed.
Shall they then destroy me?
Am I not SO vulnerable now?
Certain I am of one thing--
This fortress is mine for now, until
Someone takes over...I AM willing
to forfeit,
But it must be a Prince....not a Norseman.
"When my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the rock that is higher than I." ~Psalms 61:1-3
