These past few years have been known to me as "the years of the heartbreak" in my writings and in my prayers. It was a really hard time across the board and my being responded in exhaustion in several ways. But the whole time God gave me faith and hope and promised that my time in such a dry cruel place would not last forever. The dry cruel place I speak of, is one pummeled with heartbreak and then stripped of it's creativity (creativity being a mechanism with which I connect to, communicate through, and heal with). Anyways... God is good and He has healed me and is healing me in so many ways, and from this springs forth poetry. The following poem I wrote about a month ago, in my new living room, in a new town.
Poem
How much of my self preserving is actually hurting?
Eventually I would heal but I would move on limping
Its that drag in my step that's got me second guessing
I'm so weak and broken and scared
now here I am confessing
True love stop hiding
and come down off those clouds high above
God inside me, with all your might,
give my soul a shove
eyes wide open checking each step,
taking awareness like a drug
and the catalyst of my actions along with the consequences
will be love.
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Great imagery here! "drag in my step." The simile - awareness = drug! and contrast of self-preserving and hurt - Expressive grabbers, good writing!
ReplyDeletethanks jeff :) i like how you properly dissect the poetry :) and break down what's working. i just write it from my heart and know that its working, or not working, but don't know exactly why or how. So, what i'm saying is, i like to hear your thought process because it teaches me :)
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