Is there a soft spot
in your mind?
That thought you avoid
Because it makes you
feel
Something gentle
Or
kind?
How could it be bad
To feel soft?
Feel held?
It's not.
Until
You let it rule
Infiltrate.
Yes.
You
are
my
Reminder.
The gentle Rose's
thorn
that keeps me
Limping on.
My reminder
To watch,
to pray
Because enemy fire
Sometimes smells
Like scented
candle's
flame
The
wool
over
my eyes
Is silky...
The battle cry
Harmonious— siren song.
My armor
falls
like
A nightgown
Around my feet
And I don't feel
Defeated
On my knees
I'm being stabbed
softly
Quietly
Gently drowned
By m e m o r y
I hear God calling... finding me
I'm naked. Bleeding.
A nod.
"I see."
He picks me up and tends my wounds.
"My little lamb..."
He holds me close.
"Astray so soon."
About the Creator
Mezmur
Rooted in Christian faith yet unafraid of human fragility, Mezmur writes as both survivor and worshipper. Her work invites readers to breathe again, to see that even in the deepest silence, Love remains.
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Whoa, you balanced vulnerability and strength really well—it pulled me in without shouting. Sometimes the softest things aren’t the danger.... forgetting to stay awake is. But grace? It always knows where to find you. 💖