Still Healing II

"What's wrong with me?..."

a question I've been told to stop asking, but

I'm not exactly choosing to, it's just...

I'm sitting in crowds addressed as "we"

while I can't relate...

turning to my reflection and looking into the eyes of my every mistake‐

but it's the space behind those eyes that needs healing,

a bleeding mind,

and a God-sized hole in a man-sized heart...

That reflection is in desperate need of rescuing‐

not quite a fan of being "unique" or "special"

struggling to see the beauty of so many differences

"What's wrong with me?..."

nothing?...

I just, need Jesus–

But that question, I continue to hear in a voice other than my own, and

I'm not so sure...

if I can continue to withstand the torment of such a question constantly ringing,

standing in front of mirrors,

or standing in front of myself‐

For no reason wanting something from the same world that rejected the only perfection its ever seen

struggling to see the image of the God who made me...

There is much, much healing that is needed...

that is taking place‐

"What's wrong with me?..."

nothing?...

I just, need Jesus–