Piling them in her hands.
These chains, these rags, dripping red they hang.
They pile above her.
But she manages. She manages to walk,
like nothing's wrong.
Like it's all beneath her.
She peeks through them.
Walking through the crowds.
But for some reason, through her agonizing expression
her tear streaked, blood stained face,
she draws no attention.
"No one cares, I know that." She says.
And all of the sudden, she falls.
She's been tripped.
She looks up, only to see him standing there.
"Why hello my child." He says in a soft, acid filled whisper.
"Here I have things for you." And he piled more rags, and chains.
"These are what you've been dropping and leaving behind."
She could feel the sensation of a burning fire inside her. But there were no words for her to describe it. Tears filled her eyes. And she collapsed.
All of the sudden, she felt a tight grasp around her arm.
"Oh what now, do you have more for me to carry? Can't you see this is already to much?" She sobbed quietly.
But there was no response.
He helped her up. With nothing in her arms, and he began to pick it up. All of it.
"W-W-What are you doing?"
"I'm carrying you through. My child, my beloved. I love you."
She fell to her knees in awe, and in humility. The one she longed for, the one she could never find. Had found her, and rescued her. But she couldn't actually let Him take all of that pain, that anguish.
That Sin.
"No, you can't do this. This is too much to carry."
But before she knew it, He had thrown the chains over His shoulders
And draped the rags on his arms.
She couldn't control it. This feeling she had, that burning fire within her. It was a desire to be loved, to be rescued. To be saved.
"My child, lift your shaking hands. Don't say a word. I'll stay with you. The tears will heal
the pain. You shouldn't be ashamed to come undone. And fall down. And let me carry you. I'll carry you. You can come, as you are. You can never fall to far. You can run, into my arms. And I will heal your broken heart."
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