Be where you are.
Feel what you feel.
Where you are is not an illusion,
and what you feel is quite real.
Poised and stoic,
it’s the face you display
when the onlookers chime in
to say you shouldn’t feel that way.
Be where you are.
Feel what you feel.
What if we all dropped the act
and embraced the totality of who we are,
instead of exhaustively overcompensating
for where we have lacked?
Be where you are.
Feel what you feel.
What if we embraced
the totality of who He is,
instead of trying to makes sense of it all?
Would life be but a vapor,
instead of an ongoing up-hill crawl?
Will we ever get that we’re in this together?
Can we give ourselves permission
to come inside, out of the bad weather?
Be where you are.
Feel what you feel.AEJ 4/14/15
To read more poetry from my friend, Amanda, click here Musings of a Sister
And in the words of Mandisa:
Well, I’m tired of saying everything
I feel like I’m supposed to say
I’m tired of smiling all the time
I wanna throw the mask away
Sometimes you just have a bad day
Sometimes you just wanna scream
Tell me I’m not the only one
Tell me that you feel just like me
We keep tryin’ to make it look so nice
And we keep hidin’ what’s goin’ on inside
But what if I share my brokenness
What if you share how you feel
And what if we weren’t afraid of this crazy mess
What if we were real?
Empty Plate . Full Heart 