Talk to me, yes,
But don’t come charging.
Present to me with kid gloves
Your concerns and hurts.
For if you come charging,
I will don my worldly armor,
I will shoot poisonous spears
To protect my breaking heart.
Abuse has trained me well
And my tongue will surely prove it,
If only to stop the devastation
You are unwittingly inflicting.
Proverbs will be forgotten,
And grace will be dismissed,
Ashamedly, until I am whole again,
Please don’t come to me charging.
Though I appear externally strong,
I am internally tender and fragile,
Your scorn leaves me broken,
Your ridicule drains my strength.
I will fight for my godly value,
Though sometimes not too well,
I will hurt you if you hurt me first,
Do not charge, help me heal.
