uppercase I.

cacophony: [n] a harsh, discordant mixture of sounds

you are a cacophony.

a cacophony of insecurities and 

overcompensations.

a disjointed symphony

of interruptions,

one upping,

a frenzy to prove 

yourself

in what ever way possible.

it all screams

so loudly

it is almost too much to take.

why the need to constantly 

correct others-

why the aggressive 

persistence  

for verbal affirmation?

when actually taken the time 

and you're given these 

clawed after 

offerings

you pierce them in the air 

with your darts of 

disbelief

and tear them to shreds.

with that tongue.

yet, you still desiderate more.

lots of talk talk talk

about you, 

yourself, 

what you know,

hardly ever about what you

don't know..

shhhh.

can we just. take a sec?

put down your weapons

put down your tired bow

and just be still.

i see you, your arms hugging

your sunken sides

can you just meet my eyes?

i see your barrenness 

in every sense of the word

your shell may seem tough

impenetrable

covered in glittering

barbed wire

and loud distractions

but let's just take the time 

to climb over the fence 

and have a look,

shall we?

as i suspected. 

empty. 

isolated.

lonely.

fearful.

a tiny little 

i

all by itself.

you strut your uppercase I

but you don't fool me.

who you are speaks

so loudly

i can't really even make out

what you have been 

trying to say.

the good news is

only when 

you are empty

then can you 

be filled...

may i quietly, softly 

approach you?

can i lock your fingers in mine?

sister,

friend, 

w o m a n.

do you know your value?

do you know you are of 

great worth

in our Father's eyes?

he loves open, empty, hands.

he loves a quiet and gently spirit.

he loves to fill the 

spaces that are cracked and forlorn

if only you would allow Him?

shhhh.

please.put down your

weapons..

**just want to take another minute to make sure to make it clear this is not aimed at attack or alienate any one particular person. that is NEVER my intention. my heart is that a reader might read this and take in account his or her own heart, and take a moment to examine. we all have struggled in one way or another in similar ways to uppercase I, but praise Jesus He dwells in us and convicts us into being small and removing the barbed wire of pride. may Jesus be praised.