Broken Open

Sent in Summer

Sacrifice

I rely upon the senses,
Less on eloquence.
You know,
Those things that catch up in your throat and
Can't get out?
These are the things I speak about.
Not what I've learned and what I know
But what I feel and cannot show.
The things that just can't stay inside
There is no place for them to hide and
What I write is only a
Reflection of myself.
A place within.
My sin was giving up
the things that were Inside of me.
To offer up,
As sacrifice,
The things that made my life,
My highs and lows.............
So it goes
So it goes........
You will never really know.
So much of me you will not know.