Cry Baby

Looking past the masks you wear

I can see You there in your eyes

Peering through your windows in can see your Soul

 

I feel your fear

I sense the fragrance of your envy

I can taste the dark sadness of you

Willing, wanting to be yet, will not

 

Comical, cartooned, contortions turned tragic

Captured in Culture’s cul-de-sac

Creativity consumed, consecrated to the warped reflection

Callous, constrained, yet secret tears fall down the well

 

Youth harbors Eternity’s now stirring seed

Weeping moistens the protective layers of self

Masks hide and safeguard the Soul’s germination

But the seed must die in order to live

 

Cry Baby is not your name

It is the way you seek

Cry Baby, suffer

Feel the pain of your disloyalty to You

 

Surely the seed fears the transformation

The pain of the outer shell splitting

Now vulnerable, alive, alone

Feel the light there in the darkness and reach for the sun

 

Be still baby, just look in my eyes

I can see you there, I see your beautiful Soul

Let go all that is not You, turn inward to see

The amazing You, you were created to be