by Ariel Douglas (6 November 2014)

Don’t you see my heart bleeding?

My blood filtering through your fingers?

I lay exposed before you,

in no way an inappropriate way.

All of my pain is revealed,

my very essence whispers and weeps.

It cries out, begging,

begging, please look at this pain.

This pain on your behalf.

See this pain and know,

know that you can never again say

“I am not loved” because I do,

I love you.

I’m raw and bleeding for you,

at the feet of my Father above.

I’m groveling, begging, and weeping

as He looks on in tearful love.

Just look, look and you’ll know it’s

real, real just as you and me;

real, more so than you and me.

How can you ever say that this is all a lie?

You’re living a lie!

You don’t even see it!

You refuse to look

at the dirty mirror that holds

the truth about yourself.

But I will look

not at a mirror, not at a reflection,

but at the truth in flesh.

So beautiful, so beautiful a creation.

So dark, lonely, and scared.

Let me in, let me in, I’m begging!

I’m banging and screaming,

scratching and kicking, let me in!

Open the door.

My heart, my heart is bleeding.

My eyes, my eyes are weeping.

My soul waits within me,

it will not stop.

Look, look at the facts before you,

the red truth in your hand.

My blood is overflowing now.

My heart gains no respite.

Thunder crashes in my mind,

the only response to the words I’m trying to say.

Look! Look, don’t you see?

I’m NOT the first who’s bled for you.

You’re not either. It wasn’t even your mom

in the hard pains of labor.

No, One bled first for any and all.

I beg you, please! Be one.

Be one who falls at the throne.

Please, please, please...