Tender.
I was sitting in a counseling session not too long ago and after sharing some
information, I heard words I had never heard anyone use when describing me. I
heard "she
All spilled out
Emptied and void
Taken and given in the same breath
What is left?
when the world told me to smile, i smiled. when the world told me to jump, i
how does the wind know where to blow?
who showed the ocean how to dance and greet?
when did the trees learn to bow?
who gave birds the knowledge to soar?
how did
The above picture is a pile of two notebooks and an unnumbered stack of poems I
have written. Poems from 2010 up until recent years. Two days ago I grabbed my
poetry binder
Connection route
Some are meant to be broken
Some merge new possibilities
Others are reminders of hurt
Leading us over obstacles
Guiding us through struggles
We never seem to take the ones that
I struggle with being needed. More specifically, I struggle with measuring my
worth and my usefulness by how much I am needed or not needed.
I am sure this is not a struggle
these pieces look to me for direction. positioning themselves where they feel
they belong. square edges don't fit in round corners. smooth brushes against
rough. something is out of place. while
When it is dark outside I do not like to drive. I become anxious and drive too
close to the steering wheel.
One time in particular, I was driving around 5 am and
the ground not as uncomfortable as expected. pieces of a story lie about.
sometimes catching a breath of a passerby and dancing on the clouds. a short
distance covered by a single breath.
I realized a few days ago that I sometimes want to be sad and when given an
opportunity to leave my sadness, I choose to stay.
Why might I want to stay in
tell me
when does a word turn into a pen?
an open mouth a seventeen lined poem,
a thought a fifteen page paper describing
what a mess my mind is and how I
completely wrapped and covered in the love of Jesus.
in peace.
in comfort of the Holy Spirit.
in protection.
in the truth of Jesus.
unable to break free from His grasp.
His hands.
who gives and takes away;
who tells the portion where it should go,
when to lessen its load when to release in full,
where it shall land and where to remove.
who gives
to follow is to listen.
placing trust in the voice and in the one before you. have you any hope in what
they say? have you any questions; looming in your mind; enchanting