My Journal
I'm my life on paper
thin and fragile to the wind
it turns me
and I'm under the bed
where no one learns me
or earns my secrets
and I am bound in skin
and all my efforts reap the wind
I am paper-thin
and journaled to my heart's content
but I am discontent
So pass the cover
turn it over
I'll read between the lines
Now that it's over
finally over
all the fear in me subsides
Tearing pages from this journal
of my life there is no end
Oh, I have my piles and shreds
hidden beneath beds
I keep them underneath my skin
you knocked and I let you in
now you are the place I sleep
instead of just a leak upon my head
Jesus read me like an open book
here are my pages
take a look
notice the forward had your name erased
and I've only a chapter left
rewrite the pages that I've torn
I never read between the lines I've worn
your love was every paragraph
I revised it anyway
what have I done
Have I become something sickening?
I have.
Can You change me and make me new?
