another moment of depression

"Weep! Weep!" my spirit sobs to me.
"But I cannot be weak!" is all I can excuse;
Brokeness is what I need, but what I ask for,
I fear to receive.
The weight of my burden, pushes me to my knees
(the only place that I can be set free);
I resist.
"No! Do not reveal that which I buried deep."
I fear to be discovered in the midst of my imminent break-down;
as if it were a black eye, that would never fade - always boasting my shame.
Yet there is One, who is always asking to see more of me;
for One claims, that inside me is glory, his story, his everything.

pickeled

It is hard
And not to be taken lightly
It demands spirit and flesh alike
Half-hearted is not enough
For if you should,
an outcast will be your type.
“For there is always something in the way”
It is not what you know; it can give life
Or it can take it with a manner that causes scars.
It requires everything and accepts no less.
Entry is the point of no return - exit is still an option.