Grace

I was driving along,

simply driving along,

and that's where I found You.

It's kind of awkward,

because you were with me

the whole time.

Oh,

but now

Your knocking hand

has punctured through

my rotting door of a heart

I've been perpetuating so well.

Somehow I know

that You have been with me

the whole time.

Not

disgusted.

Not

offended.

Not ashamed.

I know you could do better.

But thanks

for staying.

If you want it, my heart,

you can have it.

Go ahead and pull,

Pull out fistfuls if you need to,

Of rotten wood

From the heart you made

That I maintained.

And you knew it,

But you were with me the whole time.

Stiff arm across your face,

Didn’t want you in my space,

But you were patient,

Now I’m ready,

I am yours if you will have me.

How amazing.