A whisper, a dare

                   Shh. The mind softly whispers. Saying
goodbye to the soul old and tired. Ending the layers
of pain.

                  One by one the levels of distances I climbed.
So clearly I pulled myself up. Drawing strength from
the Scriptures given to me by Jehovah.

                  I look forward to my time in seeing my
friends, my family. The words of knowing the calm. The
understanding of the places taken. The stage is set.
Am I ready to take my key steps as the lead, to
allow Jehovah to draw this daughter back to the heights
within his arms?

                So sucken I am currently. The encouragement
of brothers and sisters. The understanding, the
compassion but am I accepting the depths given?

                 Oh the necessity to just fall, to allow them
to see me at my lowest. Can I allow that?

                So few know. So few I let enter. So few
I give the real me. Not clouded. Not hidden. The joy
exposing the silent weaknesses of me.

                Would someone notice an opening? Would
anyone just dig past the words and hear the trembling
inside the strength? Oh I don't even really see how it is
possible except through Jehovah.

               Only Jehovah shows the highlights and the
cracks inside me. Showing the necessary hints in
expressing where I am in life. Holding clear the moment
for someone, anyone to grab and want to cling, to
give me the support I really need.

             So many times I have tried but the eyes are
denied the allowance to flow. To empty myself long
enough, show the tears without feeling the loss of control.
I know a few try. I have felt the want to help but I
put up a barrier.

            I dare, though, anyone to keep pressing. I dare
anyone to watch as the tears fall, the nose to run, the
face to turn bright red. I dare anyone to look at my
weaknesses and then say it was necessary to begin again.

                      I dare you.