Raw and Rough

Instead of a "fluffy" post, a free verse poem that is fresh, raw and rough.

                      Raw
Raw like hunk of meat.
Soul exposed on meat hook.
Exposed in open air, life unravelled.
Flavor added in cure time.

Hide ripped off.
Guts spilled out.
Carcass all that remains.
Carved up.

Moments in life when soul raw.
Vulnerable and exposed.
Press through fear pushing to "cut and run."
Allowing time to "cure", for healing.

Interpetations and meanings.
Wrestlings with past and present.
Truth wages war with shame and fear.
Will I choose love; or shame and fear?

What will I believe?
What will I hope for?
Will I allow faith to rise up?
Will I even allow God's interpetation and meaning?

Healing does come.
Usually not in way expected.
Not in time expected.
Part of journey.

God is faithful.
He is good.
In the midst of suffering.
He comes, He sees, He comforts.

About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.