You can't see me.

I have layer upon layer

surrounding me.

They are all different

colors, shapes and sizes,

hiding me, keeping me safe inside.

As time as gone on,

I can feel them getting heavy.

I carry them around anyway.

They get old, they fray, they tear

but I hold on to them,

these layers.

Because, well, what would happen

if you see me?

In fact, what would happen

if I actually saw myself?

I'm not sure what is underneath anymore.

As I have been hiding from you,

I have bee...

Be still.
Wait on the attack.
Your words are like swords,
be careful who and why you cut.

Be still.
Wait for the words.
Silence can bring out truth from others,
listen and hear what they say.

Be still.
Wait for the sign.
Spirit wants you to know you're cared for,
they "talk" to you in many different ways.

Be still.
Wait for the healing.
You don't have to move fast,
moving with purpose will keep those wounds closed.

Be still.
Wait for the laughter.
Lighten your heart and soul,
with chuckle...