I carried the weight
of emptiness
before I knew the
gentleness of the Cross.
This steel barren drum
filled with half-truths
tried to drown out
Your created parts of me.
A burden sunk into my skin,
so close to the lie born from
a piece of fruit.
But now I hear your call to
the tree at Calvary.
Because though
this cross is heavy,
nothing will ever weigh
as much as the ache
of not knowing You.

-aac