Monday

  Rainy Days and Monday’s 

 

What is it about mondays? A song from the past. Deep past.  Wanders and weaves through the mind. 

Thinking back. Thinking about the now. The tomorrow.

The heart closes tightly, keeping the weeping from bursting forth. 

Sadness aches, lurking in the deepest depths. Screaming to be set free.

Recognized.

Embraced. 

Soothed. 

Healed. 

Fear. The greatest liar continues to stifle the letting go. 

Sneers. 

Mocking the bleeding scars as weakness. 

Tells the feeble heart no one cares. 

Keep it in. Protect it from judgment and critical spirits. 

Fix yourself. You’re lazy. 

Useless. Unloveable. 

Failure, go to bed. Hide. 

You’ll never get it right. 

But God says; you my child. 

Do not feed the fear. 

Look up to Me. 

I’m the comforter. 

The healer. 

I feel your pain. 

Broken. Timid. The heart resists. 

Unsure and afraid. 

Trust destroyed by man, the ears are sealed, the heart hardened. 

Hope is present 

Yet unseen.