Healed

Words swirling and burning in my mind.  There is so much passion behind the words I try to convey. I know not what I say only that I write it and not speak it.  I am trying to ride one emotion at a time, but they continue to bombard me left and right leaving me tired and let down.  The journey continues on while I wait, watch, and wonder.  I am trapped inside this box.  

I cry but no one comes, I scream and still no one hears.  My tears fall silently.  I stare at the walls of my heart hoping to find some good, something of value, but I come up empty.  I see how the years of abuse have left me with walls that are torn and uprooted.  How to even begin to repair the mess that life has left me?  I am lost, my heart is heavy within me.  My tears pool around me.  I continue to weep.  

The top of the box is opening I can see the lid being lifted up.  I want to jump and escape, but I am still trapped.  Only now I feel tiny rays of light piercing the thick blackness that I have been blanketed in.  They completely shatter the past and things begin to look a little better in the light.  The torn parts seem to almost melt together in the intense light.  I yearn for the light all at once, but only tiny beams of light break through.  They are like a laser zapping away the broken, hurt, dark, and empty areas.  I do not fear, I am bathed in the warm light.  I am being filled and healed by my true Father.