Broken By The Fall

A beautiful woman.
Precious and loved.
She has it all, and she has the One.
She runs, laughs, and loves.
Her eyes are filled with beauty and freedom
as she lives the life intended.
She lives with the One
and the first
and with disbelief.
Believing what He says is too much.
Her disbelief is her weakness, and she strives for truth.
She strives for more.
She strives for a life of her own.
So she climbs.
One offer, one acceptance, one bite.
One lie, one belief, and one life changed forever.
Striving has left her with nothing,
and her empty hands reach for more.
Cast out, punished, scorned.
Still in disbelief,
she runs, covers, and flees.
Her eyes are filled with shame and tears.
Naked and vulnerable, hiding and afraid.
She is broken by the fall.

There is another.

A beautiful woman.
Precious and loved.
She lives a life with it all.
She runs, laughs, and loves.
Her eyes are filled with beauty but she dreams of freedom
and of living the life intended.
She lives with disbelief.
A disbelief that is not unique to her.
A disbelief passed down.
A disbelief that enslaves her.
She strives for more.
She strives for a life of her own.
So she climbs.
A little higher, a little more, a little different.
One lie, one belief, and another life changed forever.
Striving has left her with nothing,
and her empty hands reach for more.
Still in disbelief,
she runs, covers, and flees.
Her eyes are filled with shame and tears.
Naked and vulnerable, hiding and afraid.
She is broken by the fall.