Slamming
Shattering
Shaking
Whole body-
Screaming.
Do not wake me
I'm only sleeping.
Do not shake me
Let me keep dreaming.

Hard fingers
Carve bones into my hair
The slam and chatter of flesh and bone
Bone is not as hard as stone.
I am not as hard as stone
Except on the inside.

This abuse is not physical
One might call it whimsical
Save for the times when
It has you sprawled in the dirt crying
Wishing you were dying.
I'd give anything to die that day
So I couldn't screw up what You gave.
I guess it all comes down to faith-
No matter what I feel.

The sand I ate scrapes my throat raw.
But I cannot forget Your law-
Or all the warnings You gave.
You instructed me from beyond the grave-
And think about this really,
That you would love someone like me.
Me, silly-sin-sick me
All flames and pouring broken bones.
That You would turn my heart of stone
Into flesh.

Yes stone is harder than bone,
But You did not batter bones,
You broke my heart on the Stone,
That shatters those who won't
Surrender.