"Heart"
I look around
and see a wall
standing tall.
I wish it'd fall,
but if it did
I would dwell.
Afraid it'd crack,
afraid it'd break.
What if one
were to take?
Scared of what
would happen if
this wall I've built
were to cave in.
But if it doesn't
how will I know
what its like
when love is shown?
Like fresh rain
in the desert,
what if it stops?
Was it worth
all the pain
and the hurt
that was caused
from this shower?
How I wish
I had the power
to break this wall,
watch it fall
enjoy the rain,
but be ok
when it stops.
Trust is something
I must know.
Oh how I wish
this wall would go!
(written Feb 12, 04)
So, I admit it. I do have some trust issues. Its not that I don't trust to tell people things. Thats not it at all. Its that I don't trust to really let people into my heart. I'm not talking in a romantic way by any means. I'm talking about trusting people to know the inside of you. I like to think that my life is an open book, that I would tell anyone anything if they asked, and I'm pretty sure I would. Thats not the kind of trust I'm refering to. I mean like the kind of trust when you let people start meaning things to you, when people start becoming part of you. I guess I'm afraid to let people make marks on my life. It pretty much all comes down to I'm afraid of getting hurt. I don't want my heart to hurt in any way, so I keep it at a distance.
I was even worse at this before my sophomore year of high school. That was before I met someone who somehow broke through the wall that I wasn't even aware I had built. Since, I've been working on it, but I was still worried about this when I came to school here. I had let people in at home. Certain people had become part of who I was and still am in some ways. I let myself get emotionally attached to them, and it hurt to leave. I was afraid that here at school I would allow the tall picket fence to turn back into a huge brick wall around my heart. Fortunately, that hasn't happened. There are a few that have actually wound up on the other side of the fence before I even knew it had happened. I've been trying so hard to maintain that picket fence, but this is what I'm learning: Jesus didn't have any walls around His heart. He didn't have any huge brick walls, tall picket fences, barbed wire, or even any caution tape. He let everyone go deep into His heart. He loved everyone. And He was hurt. Those He let in hurt Him dearly. But He still loved and still let them in. If I'm striving to live like that of my Savior, to imitate His life, then I've gotta be willing to let my heart get hurt. If my desire is for the things that breaks the heart of God to break my heart, then man is my heart gonna be hurtin in this world. My prayer is that God will help in this wall disintegration process. It is a really hard prayer to have because, well, I like my comfortable fence. Not too many can just sneak through (though some have). I have to allow them to come in. That must change. My heart must go out to ALL people. So thats what I'm working on. Getting over this trust issue I've been dealing with for a long time. I know that God is faithful and will help. Praise Him for His amazing faithfulness!!