CRISIE HUTCHINGS

Turbulent Ocean

Tossed about sea

The sound of the heart

Inside of me

Seething and sighing

Through night and

Through tears

The sigh is deafening

The lonely is a prison sentence

And I hold the pardon

This is the only home

I know

Alone

Unknown

Bowing to a whim

That’s not my own

I can see me

On the other side of decision

Me free

Me, being me

But so afraid of that cross

The crossover

Through the raging rapids

Of pain and loss

This fear of losing

Holds me captive to

The place that’s not my own

Someone else’s idea

Someone else’s life

Someone else’s yes

My soul sighing

No!

My whole life

But loss

Holds down my arms and legs

Hands over my mouth

Constant threat

Looming

Looming

Over my life

Mocks freedom

But there is One

To Whom I’m known

One who speaks for me

One who speaks over me

A little while longer

And joy will not withhold

Its reward

Its ecstasy

Its home