Could I learn to trust? Is there any way to give love without giving myself? I’ve been trying to find it. Trying to hide it … myself from you. I keep all of me bottled up inside, leaving clues behind praying you’ll be brave enough to find the courage to connect the dots, follow the tears, and recover this buried treasure that is me. I am hurt, afraid, and bleeding. I want badly to live, yet that last battle took something from me. I’m afraid to raise my voice because the power behind it could either destroy or birth a nation. Touch me. Not my flesh but my soul. Turn these bitter waters sweet again. Teach me how to love and walk along still waters. Stillness frightens me. Reverence. I’m gradually learning how to appreciate. To listen. To obey. To heal without picking the scab.