1. Setting out.
.
For years
I have hidden,
From myself,
And from others.
I never let it show
On the outside,
My mask has been
Indifference.
I have pretended
not to care
about the
whispering,
the rumours,
the stares.
They could not
Despise me
More than I despise
Myself
And so I hide
Behind this
Self built wall,
Hardened
To the world.
But that is only outside
Inside,
Inside
I weep.
.
2. Returning
.
I wept twice
Today;
Once for lack of love.
And once again
Because of it.
For love found me,
And seeing through my despair
Told me all about myself
But did not condemn
As others have.
Today love came
And set me free,
Answered my questions
And quenched my burning thirst.
Tears of bitter longing
Were turned to tears of joy.
My mask
No longer needed,
And inside,
Inside
I find
A deep, deep
Well of
Joy.
Thoughts on reading John 4.
