Crack Open My Chest

Crack open my chest

Heaving breath

Lungs can't quite catch

Tensions are lines across

Shoulders, chest, hips

Forehead, neck, jaw

I'm trying to bring myself 

to myself again, melt the numb

There is pain, there is trauma,

it's in my body and in my mind

Heal darling, give myself time

The work has already been done

I don't have to suffer,

don't have to punish myself,

don't have to wallow and wail

Jesus did enough

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But he was pierced for our rebellion,
    crushed for our sins.
He was beaten so we could be whole.
    He was whipped so we could be healed.

- Isaiah 53:5

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it's okay,

JJ