I’ve been buried.
The weight of the dirt is pressing hard against my skin.
I feel bruises forming but in true ‘tough girl’ fashion, I pull hard to hold in the tears and fight to stand against the pressure.
The earth sticks and cakes my lungs with mud as I breathe deep and will myself to keep going.
“I am Iron Man!” I repeat to the masses in hopes they won’t learn of my weakness.
Still, the charade is up and I fear I’m exposed, insufficient and lowly.
The lifter of my head leans low
Reminding me I wasn’t designed to carry the weight of the world on my Gumby shoulders.
His strength in weakness perfected, lifts me from the mire, clothes me in white and I remember to breathe Him in.
I lay my head upon His shoulders and all at once, I see the sky.
2 thoughts on “Buried”
Love this, Jaime. Keep writing. Keep doing what you are doing . You are more than enough. xo
A splash of true talent! a little bomb! explosive thing truely 😉 I’ve enjoyed it