As the Day Begins to End

I hear you beckon, as the day begins to end, with the thunder storms you’ve reckoned. I don’t want to just pretend. Break me. Don’t let me be. While I have the strength to ask. While I have the will to see. You know me— I can take it. But if I stay here, I won’t make it. Rip me from this safe place I’ve been hiding. You’ve heard my whispers— in the dark confiding, but that’s not the place I want my heart residing. I want to hear you clear for once. To walk with a destination in my mind. I know— I know the path may not be kind, but I can’t stay here and close my eyes. I can’t see clear. And I can’t hear. And all those whispers— they were lies. So break me. Please, Just break me. Out of simplicity, out of complacency, out monotony, out of pride. Break me. I can take it. Stir me up inside. The distant rolling thunder beckons, and suddenly I’m running, running towards those heavens. "If any man comes after me, let him deny himself, pick up his cross and follow me."