The Altar

Wearing bravery like Sunday's best,
Heart weary - aching for rest.

Counting disappointments like beads on a thread,
Trying to silence the chaos in my head.

Sorting through feelings that don't feel real, Searching for answers when I should just kneel.

Amen came easy... but trust did not,
Bowed in faith, but still I fought.

Tears like beads falling on sacred ground,
Each silent tear seen - heaven-bound.

The thread is pulled - I'm coming undone,
He knows my battles - we fight as one.

Stress-riddled, bone-tired - I begin to falter,
Crawled my way back and laid it down at the altar.