Make me scream!

Small squares

to share

stuck spaces

it's not His grace

In tight rows

Makes me want to throw

I live it all day long...

Hold my tongue

I'm studying accounting.

But my heart wants to sing

So I want to be accountable

but when I'm inspired

to lay Him on the table

I need to be delivered

in order to be able

to leave all things and bless

My life is a parable

I'm nothing but a mere witness

of His Word between hyperboles

It's not mine, but His will.

He wants me to be tender

He gave me the skill

I can't do it the way you like it better.

I can't be framed

to hear and communicate Him

Cause it's going to offend

how can I say? depend on Him... !

I'm willing to take and learn

Simple and concise

but He's the one I want to make earn

I don't want to rationalize

in a small size

Cause if it's not driven and precise

in a heart that can wait

I could calculate

But I should not,

For a poem it's nut!

and make me scream

caught between those beams!

Isaiah 62