AYEKA?1 min read

The Voice booms once more

From without

Urgent, shrill,

Thin

Within

Too terrifying to hear

Too beautiful to shut away

“AYEKA?”

“Where are you?”

Where am I?

I don’t know.

Lost!

Lost among the broken shards of

my shattered dreams

Spinning still, forever

In the endless space of my memory

I wander

among them,

Embracing them all

Caressing them gently

Even as the blood drips from my cuts

And the pain is too much to bear

They are all I have left.

Question marks slither

across the inky sky of my mind

What might have been

What the Tree of Life

might have tasted like

“AYEKA?”

The Voice is back

Hard to please

Too wise to be fooled

By my deadly despair.

Where am I?

Hiding!

Hiding from myself

Hiding from new beginnings

Too tired to fix

Too broken to mend my ways

I would rather float

among this shattered window

Of the success that might have been

Every shard of which

bespeaks my colossal failure

and tells the tale of my distance from You.

I am scared

frail

and weak.

I am hiding.

“AYEKA?!”

The earth trembles, shudders, and shakes

Threatening to break

into a million pieces

But it never does.

I slowly open my eyes

And find that

the garden is filled with light

God embracing His shattered dream.

It has never looked more complete.

My dear Father,

I am here.

Ready to become whole

in Your loving Arms.