I found this on my facebook today. I don't even remember writing it, but I like it, it fits.
Can you see through my heart made of stone?
Will you excavate to find the flesh beneath?
I'm not sure what you'll see, minimal essentials at best.
But your hands bare the callouses of a man
who knows what it is to work, and I am desperate for this.
I need you to breakthrough. This hardening of the heart will
in the end consume me, and I feel I am
meant to be consumed, but not by this.
Long ago you placed a fire in my bones
I've done my best to smother it and
destroy it, but it burns on.
It won't go away and the smoke rises through my
lungs and out my mouth. It cannot be
prevented. It escapes through the
workings of my hands. So, You've
shown me that I can be more
than what I am right now. I am more than
the sum of my parts. but my heart stops
short of you, and the body suffers.
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