J

I think the devil has always been on the quest to crowd out his little mind 

I remember the OCD even at an early age

The tears

The mouth that would not speak for fear of saying the wrong line 

The devil

For some reason

Had his eye on you

 Deceptive and eager to

pack the cerebrum with lies

The pesky thief I hate you 

I watch J press his palm to his forehead 

"I just want to be free from these thoughts" his forehead bent and eyes filled with tears 

As he lay there 

Motionless

Hollow

And then he tells me every skeleton

The ones that hang wearing fear

The things he's kept trapped between his rob cage and lungs because he was afraid to put them into the air 

And I pray under my breath as I climb the stairs and lay down on the floor next to him 

"Give me words" 

... 

It is my mission to take some of the load 

To wear it

For him

So he doesn't have to bear it all 

In the same way Jesus took all of mine 

Let me have a little of your fear

Until you can see clear enough 

To let Jesus have yours too.