Journey Out of Hiding

Why You wouldn't look up?  Why would you not look at me? You wouldn't be seen as... that What I would have misinterpreted as You That day That is the only reason  Your heart was completely for me in that dream No pride on Your part none at all Just a sure and steadfast I AM NOT THAT WAY and I won't show up the way  you saw Me then.  Instead, You have shown up in so many other ways Until I can not see You as the imposter anymore not as an abuser anymore I do not mistake You as an enemy quite as easily  anymore "I do not push the door in." Oh, yeah, that was me.  20 years later.... So, working through my absent father issues one day I thought about this dream again, the image of the knight, Jesus, kneeling but still not looking at me still painful. Now I see, it is also my belief from my absent father, he didn't see me he didn't answer when I cried. "I don't want this anymore!"  bursts from me. and in it's place, the prodigals Father, the r...

You Matter A dream Rather a nightmare The dream began in the times of castles peasants Open air markets In tattered clothing One layer, a sackcloth dress Unkempt hair long that the face can hide under The face downcast intentionally trying Not to be noticed If I looked as plain as possible If I do not make eye contact If I do not speak This is what hiding looks like Then I see him of whom I had escaped Waltz in through the city wall he strode proud Arrogant his eyes searching for his possession he didn’t like it when one got away he was searching for his captive his possession The one he used as he pleased And he pleased simply to torture My eyes, while seeming to be looking At the market stalls As if I could purchase the goods there Were much more aware of what was around me To see him Before he could see me I did I saw him stride in through the gate to the castle keep To claim his lost possession his escaped prisoner me As I saw him I began to gently Gingerly Move closer to the castl...