BY CAMILLE AUBREY MICA
I am
Lost.
Taken.
Bound.
Broken.
Sold.
Day after day,
Until I am dead.
Touched, but so alone.
Screaming with no voice.
No one hears
No one hears me.
But somehow
A whisper echoes through my soul
Something beats in my chest
Do I still have a heart?
And You breathe, You breathe
Suddenly I can breathe . . .
A hand stretches out, opens
Bleeds . . . You bleed for me
A hand reaches out, touches me
Holds me . . . You hold me
Rescued
Safe
Restored
Made new
Loved.
Day after day, until I am alive.
Born again.
Freed from every chain.
Free.
Alive.
Yours.
"And the one who was seated on the throne said, 'See, I am making all things new.'" --Revelations 21:5