The Girl With the Walls

I saw a girl walking down the street today.

Her eyes were ringed with charcoal

Her being was seemingly drenched in black cotton

Her feet were covered in black leather boots

And she was clearly dejected, despondent.

Under some examining I dubbed her downcast and I wondered what her story was as I watched her trudge, step after step.

I could see the walls she had surrounded herself with

Eyes ringed with charcoal

Feet covered in black leather

Being drenched in black cotton.

It made me sad, as I watched this girl fighting back fountains of tears.

The kind of tears that once cried leave you feeling wounded, hurt, and low.

Not the kind that relieve stress, overwhelming circumstances.

I could see why she wanted to keep them inside - they hurt when cried, the aftermath of their release reopened wounds that she had tried so desperately to hide.

Their release reveals weakness and leaves you feeling absolutely bare to the cruel world that we live in.

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I wanted so desperately to tell her that she didn't need those walls to carry on.

I wanted so badly to tell her that the love of the world will always be shaky and lacks a depth and constancy.

I wanted to run up to her and help her to see the love that I had found when human love failed me.

I wanted to hand her the words I depend on every day and tell her the treasures that l had found.

But, I couldn't.

I watched the charcoal begin to run and then I saw the “strong” hand swipe the salt away in the blink of an eye so that she wouldn't leave her heart naked to the streets.

I was sad because, I knew she felt alone

even though she wasn't.

To the girl with the dark walls that hides those tears:
I know it hurts. Believe me, I do.
I have felt the urge to put walls around those wounding tears because they hurt so much.
I have been stripped down to the bare minimum because of those same tears and I have felt the world pushing me away because of them when I so desperately wanted to be held and told my worth.
I have known what it's like to feel that there is no place to turn in the darkness.
But I have also found that all my feelings are contradicted by the love of the Father.
He is my Prince of Peace. He causes me to walk beside still waters when the world trembles. He has guided me to a feast though I was stumbling through a chasm unknown to the world. He has shone light into dark situations and removed those walls I had placed around my tears. He has allowed me to find healing on his lap that stitches up those wounds for good. He has allowed me to cry out to him.
And He has shown me just how much he loves me.
I have found all I need, I have been fixed despite this broken world at the feet of the I AM.
And you can too.
Can't you see?
You're not alone, my darling.

He is with YOU.
Be not dismayed for He is YOUR God.
He will strengthen you.
He will uphold you by his righteous right hand.
He will fight for you
You need only be still.