Stand

I leave hints. Little glimpses into my soul.

I wonder if you see them, if you hear them, or if you care.

The puzzle pieces are there, but I won't put them together for you. That's something you'll have to do on your own. I could never do it for you.

Even if I did, you wouldn't understand. You must open your own eyes. Then, you will see.

For now, I'm content to hide in the dark. This is where I must stay, where I've been placed.

There is grace in this dark space. Grace that I do not understand or even deserve.

There is a presence here that gives me strength. A voice that says to keep going.

Stand up and walk. My body and soul aches, yet I stand. And that is all I'm asked to do.

To stand.