Cracks Of Memories

Heavenly Father
My heart has been touched by the possible reality that could be laid for a woman
The pain and love that could be tasted by a glass made woman
Leaving shatters for her to me and herself
Only to find that these pieces laid together are still separated by the cracks of memories
The fragility of her soul can be seen in her eyes and her shiver from a man's touch

She is seen as uncertain and vulnerable
Because of her assets she is of high demand
But her allowance of supply is limited because of experience
Of pain
Of fear
She is held back by the rope of fear
Merely suffocating her

As she grasps her hold on the rope around her neck
She reflects on the moments that she could have just let go and be free
Be free and be
Her fear of being free holds her still
As she is afraid of losing herself
Her soul
Losing what she stands by and what she has built for herself
Father

I do not want pain
I do not want to feel that rope leave burns on my neck
To live in fear is to live with limits beyond repair
To live in fear
Is to not live at all
Well that is how I feel...