An old song crept into my thoughts as I drove in the dark and rain. “Take it easy on me”. My heart felt so tender, any prick could bring me to a place of pensiveness. The waiting had come again without any answers for what. I wanted to wrap arms around myself as though to physically protect my heart from incoming arrows.
Home again and I had no voice. I lay my head upon the pillow hoping for silence from the lies. In between I heard my own thoughts, “take it easy on me”. The dream came, awakening a reality within. I could see myself sharing what was burning in the depths of my heart. I had been dressed in the color red, the blood of my King a symbol to me that it was not my own strength which would carry my voice.