Sit in sanctuary.
Holy of holies.
Safety surrounding,
limiting exposure.
You pull curtains,
in curtains,
to cover your fear.
Shame is a prison.
The past, a jailer.
Hopeless when
you’ve cut off
the outside.
Replacing sins
always leaves
one more
left to hide.
Pain,
and all its friends
still come around.
Only thing is,
you can’t escape
them now.
Close the outside.
Close the inside.
Close your eyes
and cry.
No one can see you,
but you can’t
seem to hide.
The fortress
you think
you have built
around yourself
is an illusion.
It’s just curtains,
within curtains,
easily parted.
Come out.
There is nothing
out here
any worse
than what’s in there.
Open up.
Be free.
You’ll find
new life
out here.
No more curtains,
within curtains
to hide your fear.
Come out.
DJR – 2023
