everything can’t go with you every thing can’t go with you it’s worthwhile to be honest with ourselves about our needs our capacity what we can actually be see, if I tried to carried you on my shoulders guaranteed it would only last a while the weight of your disposition would reposition my vision I can’t see clearly. I can’t hear clearly. brain foggy. chest heavy. my spirit feels the weight of my flesh and for as long as you hitchhike this vessel of mine with identities mismatched from what God placed at the beginning of time there’s bound to be stagnation no direction, side quests turned dummy missions as the weight of saying yes to you feels like betrayal feels like trading freedom for bondage feels like the when butterflies in stomach turned vomit you infiltrate my thoughts with ideas that weren’t there like, how did I even get here? this is why I have to cling to The Truth because if left up to you I would crumble under the weight of your blues. so, no, you’re not invited.
Sometimes, no scratch that, all times we have to speak directly to the thing that tries to oppress us. The muzzle is no longer on my mouth. I’m here to be honest and tell truth in love.
that means boundaries.
that means accountability.
enough with the fluff.
Yes! We can't allow the elements, feelings, or people around us to keep us silent. To cause us to fall away from the One who carries us. Setting those boundaries is a must! I enjoyed the reading of this poem as always Cherie! It's a great reminder to not allow anything or anyone to take hold of us. Christ is always in control.