what lies beneath


an uneasy truth

a fragile peace

the storm of your heart, kept under wraps

pushed down

until the wrong word

pierces the fragile layer separating the calm exterior from the tempest underneath

and a geyser blows uncontrollable,

through the strain of repression

and you suddenly realize what is behind the taut straining of the delicate, friable, translucent skin…

the ugly black anger of a thousand sins, little shards of glass pricking your tender heart

and Jesus stands, arms outstretched and murmurs quiet

“I know. I know, child. All those hurts, the quiet tears, the fears, the darkness you keep tightly under wraps. I know it all

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