Dream Fulfilled

Words hit my ears
that normally would spear
and well they do

deep down
they slide
like a gulp

through my throat
dripping
down

to my stomach
till my heart
starts to ache
oh how to be real, to be genuine
not fake
not rake away this hurt
where are the words?

there are none

and so instead I rest in You
slip into your peace
and piece by piece
behind closed eyes
you orchestrate
the things on my plate
in a way to be consumed
processed
and moved beyond

and so I awake
not fake
but real
able to feel good

exhaustion onset
and more could I have slept
but in Him pressed forward
missing the word
to express
this mess
my dreams and mind had been

so I didn't tell him then
but when I did
he as usual drug it out
till I was like a spattering spout
spraying out words
of hurt
of raw
everything

and you know what he said?
not a thing
demeaning or insecure
but things that make me so sure
that this one
is one to be held tightly to
and given thanks for
surely he is a gift straight from the Lord.

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"Hope deferred makes the heart sick,
    but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life."
 Proverbs 13:12