They said I had no right to be seen in public.

But I humbly reached onto Him.

I stood gratified and looked at the Merciful Man.

Whose appearance was that of a Man, yet I knew there was something different.

So, I emptied myself from the dreadful thoughts and listened to the shouts of

the boiling blood inside of me.

I moved and crawled to Him.

Underneath everyone's feet, where no one could see me.

From the inside-out, my skin quivered in His presence.

He was the one who did not flee,

from that moment that I reached.

Carelessly, many found my act of humbleness -- a rubbish one.

They spread out and looked at me,

as if I was a plague and not, a human being.

Yet, still -- struck by the presence, I bowed and grasped His cloth,

I felt Spring within me. Bloom.

The veil had been ripped. Cleansed.

I looked into the gates of Everlasting Grace.

This Grace. Everlasting.

I looked and was kissed by forgiveness.

Kissed.

I looked ahead for unpredictable paths.

In shame, I had been kept for 12 years in my home.

Kept.

Wanting to cry out, to be a woman.

Or at least feel like a woman and not a vessel of blood -- who was shamed by man.

Bleeding.

Labeled by them -- an unfunctional vessel.

Shamed for being a woman.

I looked back in despair.

To be saved by the King of Kings.

I looked forward to all these things.

I looked presently for Grace.

It was a subtle voice, that spoke for me.

A Saviour who came to save it’s one lost daughter.

It was Him, the one who saved me.

No, not man.

Jesus.

For anyone could tell you, I was a caged canary with clipped sulfur wings.

It’s not a curse I received. A hidden blessing instead.

It was a transfiguration of my mind, soul, and body.

Turning in a small pinch of faith,

the size of a Mustard seed and seeing it

grow into an Olive tree.