Based in part on Matthew 15:16:

Who Do You Say That I Am?
by Michael Romani

Sometimes stigmatized by the visual
Here in this age of consuming digital
I see what my eyes choose to see
Wondering if it's with great acuity

Sometimes lost in false assumptions
Confused by the plethora of presumption
The impressions given and tossed
All the certainty that I have lost

One too many knee jerk reactions
That I cling to in distractions
That make me sometimes levitate
But always cause me to gravitate

Until I take a moment and recall
All the passages since the fall
God help me if I don't see how blind
It is that I am inside my mind

All jacked up in daily measure
Some hide it away like a treasure
But, then I see with God's eyes
Feeling naked in my shredded disguise

Sweet Jesus, how am I doing with you?
Are you just as troubled by what I do
As I am as I look inside my cracked mirror
Pretending to be strong when it couldn't be clearer

That I am as weak as a man whose heart breaks
Shriveled by so much wrong it makes my soul shake
Despite your love and kindness of words spoken
There's very little comfort in being this broken

An anchor of confidence just needs a little trust
Just a little oil to move out past the rust
Promises made and kept despite my imperfections
Do not escape the uneasy eye of my deflection

I wish just once to meet your solid approval
So desperately wanting in seeking daily renewal
Looking at you girl in all your creativity
I see that you needed to escape my negativity

And now here it is that I stand this alone
Casting my part like a warrior made of stone
But, I know that as long as we're apart
I am only one half of this broken heart

(c)  February 4, 2019  Michael Romani
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