Curled up in a big room by Sabby

Not daring to move more than the involuntary shivers in my body, curled up in a big room, not persuaded by the sounds of my heart that beats violently in my chest, curled up in a big room, not shaken by the echo of my breath as I gasp and take in air to keep the soul in the flesh...curled up in a big room, not questioning the motives of the ones that dare to stand outside and stare into my big room, curled up in a big room I don't attempt to walk, the thought of running is hard to comprehend, curled up in my big room, so much untouched space, so much untried grounds, I have no idea how fertile the grounds are, I have no idea just how far it goes, no idea how loud the echo gets, no idea how much impact in my curled up state I have...

Then He walks in, in to my space and I won't dare look, oh no, lest He rescues me, He walks in, I won't touch Him lest His Spirit crawls into mine, He holds me...for a second I allow a love so peaceful to fill my heart, just for a moment I allow freedom to be in my midst, in my curled up state He picks me up and all He wants is to show me the beauties I've watched others enjoy from the outside, the lovely sounds I've ignored and perhaps was scared of, He says look, look at what I see and I dare look...I look and He changes me for good, and never leaves my side...holding my hand as we explore the big room...a curled up state now unattractive...He showed up...and only His voice could reach my eardrums and only his hand could count as touch and only His eyes could cut right through me leaving me with no more excuses, in my big room He came...He took my hand and changed my life...