Incubated
Safe and protected
from harm’s way—
close,
but always just beyond arm's reach.
How do you tread lightly
when the rocks beneath
are ready to give way?
One move
in just the right direction—
and you’ll be catching the rockslide
back to the valley.
Cognitive paralysis
on the ledge
of falling apart.
Showered by this shame,
twirling around
within my mind—
should’ve,
could’ve,
if only,
what if,
why did I,
unworthy,
not enough—
on and on again.
My God—
make it stop.
Please.
I’ve meticulously built these walls
to elude this pain.
I told her
she would never hurt again—
now look what I’ve done.
I just stripped her
of her last vice.
Now she has to pick up
my broken pieces
again.
But honey—
that’s right where you need to be.
Look at the growth.
How do you tread lightly
when the rocks beneath
are ready to give way?
One move
in just the right direction—
and you’ll safely reach the peak.
Anchored
in the rock of faith,
the truth I’m standing on.
Vulnerable
and susceptible
to the elements—
exposed,
but always still protected
by God.
Shackles fall
to freely walk.
Now that little girl
who picked up the pieces
time and again—
she will rise.
-coco
