Fixless

When you can't even

Ask for a picture.

You're paralyzed.

Not even one of a fixture.

You're fixed.

There's no way to fix yourself.

So just run away

And hide yourself.

Put your head down and

Hide the tears

Because that's easier

Than asking for help.

Even just for a picture.

I open scripture

And I see

Story after story

About how I don't need

To be strong

Because He is.

And that is supposed to

Show through me.

Most of the time

It does.

But what about

When I'm not?

When I fall apart

In my hiding spot?

When I cry about

All that I'm not?

How I'm not normal.

How I can't be normal.

How I can't act normal.

How I can't feel normal.

How anxiety overcomes me

And I can't fight it.

I only give in

And I can't stop

And it takes over my life.

And I pray,

But sometimes it slips

And I fall

Only gas.

Because the

Brake is

Broken.

July 28, 2018