Why is there a galaxy
between my heart and face?
The former—oceans
full of thoughts and dreams and feelings;
the latter, a simple puddle
on the ground?
And why this prison wall of skin?
Outside, people weave their souls
together—
a tapestry full of color,
nearly by accident.
Inside, I dwell alone.
Why am I a locked door
with no handle on the inside?
And where is the key?
Please tell me—am I wrong?
Have I done this to myself?
Is it pride that holds me in?
But no—
it’s irrelevance.
Please tell me there’s a reason for the soul You gave me.
I can know, I can understand, I can love anyone,
although they can’t know me—
is that enough for You?
Because if I am a secret, made and kept, for You alone,
that will be enough for me.
Gratefully His 