I find my back pressed against a hardness. 
I see You, my Frenzied King. 
Pressing me against it. 
You warned me. 
Warned me of the stagnation. 
You left me with words, but they went unheard. 

I struggle underneath. 
Yet You do not budge an inch. 
Still, You hold me firmly. 
I became Your willing victim. 
I know the punishment to come. 
Is nothing but Your ferocious love. 

You pierce my chest with a blunt blade.
With words I could not bear to hear, words I wish not to hear. 
They are words I need to hear. 
As they roll from Your lips, they cut deeper. 
The wounds they leave, leave a revelation in their wake. 

In Your conclusion. 
You leave me to contemplate this lashing. 
As my will returns, I feel a fire burning. 
Burning the stillness, burning away the doubt. 
And I can move forward once more.