Vulnerability is hard.

In the circle of believers, where prayers rise like song,

I stand in the midst, yet the nights feel so long.

New faces surround me, their voices strong and bright,

But they don’t know the shadows that haunt me every night.

They share their joy, their laughter fills the air,

But my heart is burdened with a weight they’re unaware.

Their eyes don’t see the tears that I don’t show,

The deep, silent ache of wounds they’ll never know.

I long to be open, to let them see inside,

But vulnerability is hard when the pain’s too wide.

How do I speak of scars I’ve learned to hide,

When every word feels like a tide pulling me aside?

I hear their stories, their struggles they reveal,

Yet my pain stays hidden, a wound that won’t heal.

I’m here in the fold, where love is supposed to reign,

But I still feel the sting of loneliness and pain.

I long to be known, for someone to understand,

To see the scars I carry, to hold my trembling hand.

Yet I remain a stranger in this house of grace,

Wishing for a soul who knows my silent place.

But in this loneliness, I lift my eyes above,

To the One who knows me, with a boundless love.

He sees my sorrow, every tear I’ve shed,

In His embrace, I find the comfort I’ve been fed.

So I’ll wait in this community, with patience and with prayer,

Knowing He is with me, in every silent tear.

For though they don’t yet know the path I’ve had to tread,

In Christ, I am known, by His Spirit I am led.