Tuesday

Aborted

They told her she's lucky
To thank God; she's blessed
  But she's lonely and scared
  Not a single soul cares
She's on her own now
But no one would guess

She won't be like her
That vow she'll keep
  This life now inside
  Wanting to hide
Many nights wishing
She'd die in her sleep

The years of the fighting
Were better than this
  The curses and screams
  Meant more than it seemed
For long before apathy
Pained anger was bliss

Caught in this cycle
Of neglected torment
  Head in her hands
  She can't understand
This choice of a "life"
Better left unspent

She swears to do better
Choosing what it means
  Her name is called
  So she travels the hall
Her choice is solid
She'll silence her screams


I Wanna...

I wanna live the stuff of dreams
The dance of sweet romance
I wanna feel electric currents
The popping embers in soul's trance
I wanna see you across a crowded room
The spark of intrigue lighting your eyes
I wanna know I'm your obsession
The reason you can't sleep at night
I wanna be your muse
The passion of your art
I wanna forget reality for a little while
And rest beside your heart
I wanna go somewhere far from here
And fall in love again


The Point

   (for Eb ~ who is beautiful)


She looks at me with tears in dark eyes
Thinking I can't see her heart
I can.

She wants to go
From pointless life
She thinks there's nothing here
There is.

     It's this:
       Be innocent ~ a child in Daddy's lap
       Be art ~ images of Grace and Mercy
       Be incarnate ~ representation of Love and Beauty
       Be creative ~ painter of Glory and Awe
       Be observant ~ a student of Life
       Be fulfilled ~ the lover of Christ

She fights the "impossible"
And she's tired of the struggle
She doesn't know how
To be all of those things
It's simple.

Just BE the beautiful woman you were created to be.
You are. 

Sunday

Surrounded by Clouds

Voices echo...
   ... through time and space
   ... across miles and years
   ... over eternity

Eyes observe...
   ... the things I consider but never follow through
   ... the expressions I make when no one is watching
   ... the pages I write for no one to read

Ears listen...
   ... to thoughts unspoken
   ... to songs unsung
   ... to muffled cries
   ... to stifled laughs

Arms encircle...
   ... protecting
   ... soothing
   ... helping

Witnesses...
   ... of the inner me

Friday

Being

Stop...
Breathe...
Be...

Sit...
Know...
Feel...

Take a second.

   ...searching
   ...deeply
   ...here

   ...still
   ...yourself,
   ...Love

Somebody

Some days I feel 
   like 

Nobody

Like nothing I say
     or do 
         will matter

(I think it's my biggest fear)

That when I'm gone
     And this life is over
I'll fade 
               to oblivion

Where nothing matters
And no one really cares
Or even remembers me
Or notices I'm gone

With no lasting changes

I'm not afraid to die
I just want to be 
   remembered

I just wanna be 

     Somebody

Wednesday

Missing

Days skew as eternity ensues
Time and distance brutal
Wearing and weathering
Slowly forgetting...

Is it just me?  Where are you?

My mind spins as chaos begins
Thoughts and fears tyrannical 
Sighing and slipping
Tirelessly dwelling...

I think I'll be ok; will you?