the offering

I was told I cannot trust myself.

Now I don't know my own body, my own mind.

So I cut out my heart,

feeling by feeling,

and placed it in my Bible,

trusting that must be the best place for it,

hoping I'd get a return for my offering,

a reward for my sacrifice,

waiting for Truth to fill my open wound.

But God saw me struggling to unfeel.

He met me in my numbness and held me,

told me I was a good creation.

He peeled my heart from the black and white pages and said,

"No, child.

This is your connection to me.

If it hurts, it's because I hurt.

I put it there.

Trust the love I put inside you."

So I did.