Care for me

  Times I want to distant self when I cry. I
do so dislike showing all my emotions,
my weaknesses, my vunerability. Still I did
once. I learned it was okay to show quirky me
to you.

  Now I only had hoped I was even more open,
to show everything. Oh how past is great
hindsight. Still all works out the way it wants.

  An empty shelf waiting for books. Something
right to absorb. Carry me safely. Carry me,
still, in my mind. Oh the memories. Do you
still have memories or are they erased?

  Care for me. Care for me.

  Day begins. I am reluctant to continue for
my face is drenched and splotchy. Showing who
I am to the world is rather scary. Jehovah steps
in and takes my hand, guiding me to right
places. Showing me the right steps to take
to be cautious of surroundings.

  Oh I close eyes tightly because the emotions
are so strong. How do I look away? How did
you? My mind begs Jehovah for the strength
to stand tall on firm grounds. When all are
looking for a way to break, bring on the
stony exterior to protect the marshmallow
interior.

  Strength. I need it so much right now. Need
the guidance. Need Scriptures to build. Jehovah
I turn to, not lost self, and pray for one
smile. A smile from someone, anyone to let
me know that I am, will be okay.

  Oh keep me strong. Send me help, O Jehovah.
Pray for me my brothers, my sisters.

   Care for me. Care for me.