I wish I could set them all free.
“Let my friend go!”
I’d command the secrets turning your soul to skeleton
into a box and toss it to the ocean.
But I’m no Moses.
And to lead people out you have to be in
In their slavery.
And I’ve never struggled with those demons that sleep with you.
I admit – it’s hard for me to understand sometimes.
And I know you haven’t told me the half of it.
Do you think I’m that stupid?
Just when I never wanted so badly
To your raw soul with my own,
the walls go higher.
I mess up.
It gets worse.
And I’m no Moses.
I’m at Jericho.
The walls may never come down
while you starve inside them.
I know my voice is hard to hear because of the walls.
But please try to listen for it.
It’s the voice of someone who loves you.
It’s the voice of someone who wants to help carry your burden.
It’s someone who wants you to be ok
and won’t stop until you are.
I’m no Joshua either.
But he’s outside this wall too,
and please hear
what our voices have to say:
“I don’t care if it’s 1 am. You are not a bother. Call me.”