I’m not your plaything
\nOr someone you want to contend with
\nI am not soft spoken
\nMy voice a single sharp edge of honesty
\nYour guilt shamed ears
\nDoesn’t want to hear
\nI’m not the dust beneath your feet
\nRather the dirt from the ditch
\nYou dug for yourselves
\nMy being is rich with God’s Divine protection
\nAnd you thought you’d have me
\nIn a shallow burial
\nWith your crocodile tears
\nAnd your script to follow at my wake
\nSo you can all keep your story straight.
\nI am not the gavel that cracks down
\nUpon your felonious acts
\nSelling yourselves for chunk change
\nAs money has become your God
\nAnd the truth your devil.
\nI am not easily dismissed
\nBut easily missed
\nHidden from sight
\nUntil your hatred unearthed
\nThe treasure beneath
\nFor what you intended to break
\nHe instead rebuilt
\nFor what you intended to isolate
\nHe instead reformed and evolved
\nFor what you intended to frighten
\nHe turned into laughter
\nFor what you intended to hate
\nTurned into an overabundance of love.
\nI’m neither victim nor survivor
\nI’m not thriving to exist
\nFor what you intended to harm and break down
\nHe only reconstructed
\nI am not the frail or injured
\nI am lungs of air
\nExhaling deeply
\nAll that is my authenticity
\nWho I really am
\nAs shallow minds focused upon
\nThe minnows schooled the shoreline
\nBut I am the big fish
\nAvoiding your hooks
\nBy His Divine hand
\nHe is the water
\nAnd I am the fish
\nAnd together we swim
\nThrough the murky depths
\nAnd the ultraviolet iridescent blues.
\nI am the mystery
\nThat none can figure
\nI am the puzzle
\nNot in lack of one piece
\nI am the enigma
\nThat tortures your mind
\nI am the riddle
\nThat you lack an answer
\nI am the wisdom
\nYou lacked comprehension to absorb
\nI am the waters
\nThat slip like silk between your fingers
\nAs you try and catch me
\nAnd what you know of me
\nIs the wet waters that drip from fingertips
\nJust an outer covering
\nYou wipe upon your thigh
\nDry yourself off
\nAnd believe you know
\nI left streaks upon your fabric
\nAnd now you wonder at my expanse
\nNevermind the riptide that once
\nDesired to draw you in
\nSwim within the shallows of your assuming
\nAnd ponder the depths I reach
\nIt some had a toe in
\nOthers ankle deep
\nBut God Himself
\nKnows my heart and soul
\nAnd the power of my mind
\nThe softness that bears
\nNo rough edge.
\nUpon my mirrored surface
\nExposes your face
\nA reflection you’re loathe to see
\nSo you cast stones
\nTo ripple across me
\nBut I swallow them whole
\nAnd still I remain
\nWhen the ripple effect
\nBecomes a tidal wave
\nThat will devour
\nYour whole city
\nAnd wash it with
\nMy loving purpose.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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