I am not safe! I feel like I can barely step foot outside my home for fear that I am unsafe. I long for the day that I am truly safe. That those around me would be safe… from me. I am a wrecking ball that knows no bounds. My prickly surface often snags the soft flesh of an unsuspecting bystander. My sharp fiery tongue bites and lashes out at those I love most. It is the unsafeness of myself that I am most horified by. The deep sadness inside me gnaws at my own flesh begging the question, “When Lord? When will I be safe?” His soft, loving reply is always, “Soon, my child, soon.”