Off the record

 

Humans call it feelings,
These storms we hold inside.
So let me pour them from my chest—
No more need to hide.

Let them flourish like a flower,
Blooming in the light.
Take away the agony
That steals my sleep at night.

Father, hear my quiet plea,
Lift this weight from me.
I no longer crave the pain—
I only long to be.