It never fitted me well
It was itchy and misshapen
It had shards that hurt me
It hurt me more while taking it off
I got scratched and scuffed
And it struggled with my every move to cast it off
It wounded me with lies that have been told to me
Lies confirmed by my lived experience
Hanging blinkers over my eyes so i cannot see
That the circumstances may be true
But they are not permanent
They do not define who I am
For i am defined by something else
Something embedded in Hebrews eleven
Raise up the blinkers, cut them away
I fix my eyes on the consuming fire of God
Who will burn away all this junk to unrecognizable cinders
Lara Cookey
05 June 2015
