The Walk Down

My bones ache, they cry out for respite,

With each throb, I convince myself the pain is worth me carrying you.

My brain, tries to send out signals, to alert me on where the pain really is.

Which direction I need to take,

I’ve been taking this medicine,

I’ve been taking that medicine,

Trying to treat the pain.

The aches of my pain,

Grow more & more.

My brain, sent a signal here,

So I went there,

It told me to back here,

So I came back.

But where am I off to next?

This roadmap of pain

is leading me nowhere

Where is the path to healing?

To freedom?

To the air my lungs are gasping for?

I’m looking for the way,

but this dirt road isn’t paved.

Who holds the map?

Who knows the destination?

Where am I off to next?

Where do I go for my healing?

This healing will lead to my freedom.

This air? Who controls the flow through my lungs?

As I stand here on this dirt road,

Am I ready to walk down,

Down this road that isn’t paved?

Who will pave the way for me?

So I can get the healing that I need?

As these questions arise within me,

cluttering the void I yearn to empty,

again, I take a bold step.

I say a bold ‘yes’

to the unknown.

Am I ready to walk down,

down this road that isn’t paved?

Will I ever be ready not to stay the same?

This healing will lead to my freedom.

This healing will lead to change.

Is there even such a thing,

as the courage not to be afraid?

But as I sit back & ponder about my worries,

Ponder about my fears,

This road that I have to go down,

This dirty, dirty road,

Is actually already paved for me.

He sees me as I begin to take that first step,

That first step of courage,

Working my faith.

There is such a thing.

There is healing,

There is freedom,

But will I trust Him?

As He guides me down this path,

Me working up that courage,

To give Him that yes,

Begins…

The journey to freedom.