Harboured.

Oh God,
Why is my heart,
Once a lively young thing,
Sullen for others;
Those I once may have danced with.

Anger,
It swells,
A flood, an ocean,
An expanse of emotion,
Once lapping at the feet,
Now a tidal wave engulfing what used to be
Patience.

He is trying,
And she echoes me,
Why can't he see?
These fakeries irritate
They build, and I let them
Till they topple and fall,
Pour out of the sky,
Into the rest.

This isn't like me,
Love.
Was never hard,
Was never far,
Was never something I had to dig deep for.

And then Him.
He doesn't know,
But He's learning.
Happiness and Peace,
A blessing without knowing.
How, amongst these clean Christian folk,
Can judgment burble
And frowns come my way.

I'm protective,
A little shipwreck,
Harboured.