A LETTER TO THOSE WHO NEED xxxx

dear open wound,

you've been used. i can tell by the way your eyes beg for a steady.
you haven't just been broken. you've been trampled on, forcing you to learn how to walk again.
you've been told to deal with the trial, the ordeal, the blow and then, the burden.
they assume you know how. make them tell you how. you've never dealt with this unbearable circumstance before.

this is a letter for those who cram their burden tight bc that seems to be the solution
but, dear aching heart, i want you to know that the stars weren't only made for you to wonder at but,
so you could wonder at the Chief of Steady [firm, secure, stable, constant, trustworthy] [yes, i mean God]

in Him you will find a safeguard. a protector from the tramplers in life. child, He won't only help you walk
HE WILL CARRY YOU + HOLD YOU WHEN YOU CRY
the Father that He is would never force you to deal with it. no. He will take your burden.

dear open wound,
stay that way. yes, clean that wound out, but keep the door to your heart unlocked
so that you won't become numb to the hidden love around.