Who I was

Who I am

My heart was holy

Until you took away the praise

and showered me in pain.

Pricked me like a hug from a cactus.

You broke me like bread

and didn’t even lather me in butter first.

Dry, cracked and crumbled.

Now, I’m stale.

Bathe me in the river.

Let me by holy again.

Baptize me back to life,