Confused

Bruised

Confused

Dazed

Unfazed

By

What we see

By

What we know

By

What we want to really grow

We

Desire

But

Lack

While

Breaking

Our

Back

While

Wearing

Our

Smile

And

Laying down tile

Tending

The walk around

Our

Heart

Not

Seeking

And

Finding

Not

Knocking

And

Opening

But

Wandering

Circling

The

Web

Is

Confusing

A Poetic Pause--"Grab Hold"

Ever been here and not been here?

Yeah, me too!

For much too long now—

Present but absent—

Present in form only.

Gotta leave the fork in the road

You know the one that holds on 

Like quicksand—taunting you as opportunities with paths

But not letting you go either way

You fight for awhile

Strong and vigorous at first

Then your energy wains

And you barely have strength

To stand, or keep your head up

And you feel as if you’ve sunk too

Low that you may not make it

As you prepare to draw that last breath

Then a hand appears

Beckoning you to grab hold

And you do!

Poetic Post--"I Thought"

I Thought

I thought about flowers and trees

I thought about a cool breeze

I thought about how hot it is today

I thought about how I wanted you to stay

I thought about the end of the day

I thought about the many delays

I thought about when it turned gray

I thought about your smile

I thought about not seeing it for miles

I thought about yesterday and what used to be

I thought about how you embraced me

I thought about talking without words

I thought about how we understood each word

I thought about my favorite looks

I thought about friends of old and of new

I thought about the morning’s dew

I thought about all ways and some days

I thought about life—what was, is, and will be

Simply put, I thought about us.

Some Poetry..."Change Me"

Change me

Empty my heart of envy

Change me

Release my chains of negativity

Change me

Flee from me self-pity

Change me

No more thinking indecisively

Change me

To see that I am more than worthy

Change me

So that my spirit may be free

To flee with thee.

What is Gratitude?

What is gratitude?

Is it simply a glad heart?

No, I think it is so much more.

It is an attitude

That is thankful for all things

The good, the bad, the up, the down.

The beautiful and the ugly

Through it all it still says,

Thank you.

I’m so blessed.

I’m so grateful.

For it all, the good times, the hard times,

The lessons learned, the sickness,

The healing, the hunger, the feast

The disappointment, the celebration

The exclusion, the inclusion

The hellos and the good-byes.

Simply a living continual thank you!

That is gratitude!

A Knock

Throw it down, throw it down

Deeper, still deeper

Throw it down

Cover it, bury it, drown it.

Never to resurface. Buried beneath

The layers of protection—

Aloofness, Distance, Hardness, Coldness

Protect from the pain

Right?

No, of course not.

Pain still comes knocking

No answer…

It pounds.

Still no answer…

It shatters the windows covered with

Layers. Shattering to the core.

Inescapable.

Pain is here again. Along with its companions

Darkness and fear

Controlling every fiber, every breath

The knocking continues. The locks are locked, dead bolted

And chained. Your friends, Aloofness, Distance,

Hardness, and Coldness have got your back.

You tell the one at the door to go away.

The knocking continues.

You ask, “who is it?”

The one says, “It is I, love”

You scream, “you must go away!”

It will bring more pain.

Love continues to knock.

Finally, you open the door to say, “go away you only

Bring pain.” And Love says, “ trust me for I will never fail.”

A Smile

A Smile

It begins inside

Tugging up each side

Gliding across your face

Climbing upward in a race

Until it reaches the eyes

Which have now become a sparkly prize

Untitled

Was it this?

Was it that?

So many hang in my mind

Oftentimes making me blind

The words, the stares

In my mind just tears

One by one, slowly but surely

Pieces of me fall away daily

Gotten so, don’t even recognize me

Strugglin’ to remember who ‘tis I be

Got to remember that I am

The one for whom He crucified the Lamb