Glass Pieces

By Alejandra Diaz

My hands are bleeding.

I thought I let it go.

I ask myself "Why am I feeling this way?"

I ask others and they tell me that I'm picking up the pieces again.

Those glass pieces.

Am I ?

I thought I left it at the altar.

I thought I left it to you God!

But why am I feeling this again?

Did I not forgive? Did I not let go of the resentment and hurt?

God, am I picking the broken pieces again? I feel this pain, am I picking up glass?

Oh, but then I cry again. I cry my lungs out and give it to You again.

But some days, it creeps back in and I question if it was just emotions or if I actually gave it all to You. What does that even feel like? What does it mean to have given it all to You? How do I know that I did? I'm so confused.

So, am I picking up pieces again or are there still broken pieces within me?

Picking up those pieces hurt.

My hands are bleeding.

God, can you pick up the pieces? Why?

Because if I do, I just get hurt again.

But if you do, you can make a masterpiece out of it.

Those holes in your hands prove You took my pain already, so that my hands didn't have to bleed anymore.

I just have to give it to you. Maybe I don't or will ever understand why they hurt me so deeply.

But I know Your Love is deeper than the ocean and heals all.

I'll understand why this happened and it will mold me for the future.

But for now, I just need to obey.

For you use all things for good for those who love You and are called according to your purpose.

You turn what the enemy meant for evil and turn it into good.

So God, can You pick up the broken pieces, because if I do, I'll just bleed.

But if You do, You can make a masterpiece out of it.