Folded emotions to endure

               The letters of unfolded emotions just drag
me to a complete stirring. Shivering in a storm of
deafening silence I hold onto all I know, all that
I can to just stop the tears.

                      Oh why do I bother?

              Indeed I know the answer yet the ache does
not lessen. I still have to move forward. I still have
to hold my head up because somewhere, among the
people, my troubles are empty in comparison.

             Almost to a sharpening shallowness I find
myself pressing hard against the choking voice. Still
to say all that is pounding inside me, none worthy
of the air I breathe.

            So calamity it may feel like, the exposure
of raw flesh, I still lift my head higher. All
knowing is Jehovah who knew me from dust, so
I must endure. I must be silent when the damaging
hiss of fire presses against the back of my teeth.
Oh so demanding are the screaming words.

               Still I just stare, hoping.

           Ah indeed the fellowship includes some yet
still my motion to leap in is not weighed. I dare not
assume my presence is granted so I wait. Only striving,
seeking faces unfamiliar to me. The comfort I gain
being like them, a stranger, among a sea of friends.

         Only hoping that the food given was the depth
of knives inside my heart, inside my very spirit so
I may press, enduringly through the wilderness of
life. Striding each millisecond with one inch. Grazing
in life and knowing Jehovah holds me ever so gently
in these hard emotional days.

               That I am grateful for. How about you?