When You Weigh Too Much

I don't know why God made me thus.

Deep following deep.

I only know how it hurts.

When I am too much.

When all that I feel is too much.

And I see their faces close down.

Their arms coming out to hold me...

At A Distance.

"Keep your sorrow."

"Keep your suffering."

So I try to pack it all up.

Hold it in.

Joke.

But I'm leaking everywhere now.

Remember?

Not enough fingers to plug all the holes.

And all I know is that...

I weigh too much.

And He.

My Jesus.

The Man acquainted with sorrow.

Is the only strong Man.


Strong enough for me,

Bernadette