© 2010, Caela Strong. All rights reserved.
Understood
It’s like I can’t pass
the me I see
to move into the realm
of fulfilling destiny.
Like I am my own
worst enemy
My own lock and key
My own bars, cage
jury – and judge
that won’t set me free
I try and stop.
I wane and I falter
back to the altar
“Why can’t I be
who You’ve made me to be?”
Talents I share sparingly,
Passions that rise
incoherently – the sound
of random voices
Cheering me on, beyond…
then I am gone.
Into the shadows
the comfort of fear
stricken and undone.
