Again

I gave
And now there is nothing left to give
Nothing extra anyways

Burned
Afraid to trust again

The saying here goes:
"Bitten once by a snake, afraid of a rope for 10 years"
What if bitten twice?
Three times?

Ah, the stuff that hurts me is small,
Petty stuff
Not nearly what You faced
And overcame
Loving and forgiving through it all
To all, after it all
And apparently You live in me
Your life in mine

So why is it so hard to pick up again
To trust again
To go on in joy again