My instrument

As I reach upward, not knowing what I may find……
A box falls into my hands
Though it has been longer hidden then embraced
It somehow resembles all of me

When I hid it, I thought I would also forget
But it has haunted all of my thoughts
It been so long since I’ve played………………………

I am temped
Though I’m not sure by what; Of playing or of hiding

For though I know my inadequacy will show
No one is watching
And while I would rather push the box back, and pretend it doesn’t exist
Something inside of me brakes, and the tears again begin to fall

When I gave it up it broke my heart……….
How can I take it back?…………..
Yet deep within I feel hope
And the remembrance of a great joy fuels my desire

I brush away the dust
And stare in awe at such beauty……….
Though I hid it well, it still burns deep within my soul
And though I know it will never sound the same………………….. I still long to play

My heart pounds within me, and my tears continue to fall
All fear and doubt fade, as I embrace forsaken identity

My feet are my instrument
Dance is my song
And as I begin to move, I am overwhelmed at His pleasure