Take my hand and fly with me
Fly far, fly high
Love our days away
Hold my hand and run with me
Run fast, run far
Submit to love
You and me
Forever
Together
And always
Always
Take my hand and fly with me
Fly far, fly high
Love our days away
Hold my hand and run with me
Run fast, run far
Submit to love
You and me
Forever
Together
And always
Always
My heart is perfumed
With the sweetest scent of
God’s unfailing grace
His mercy has no end
And his kindness is forever
Basket of flowers
Being delivered today
Rush past my person
With no small delay
My heart wells up
My soul is touched
To have but a petal
In palm of hand clutched
My yearning is felt
A small gift breaks free
Released from its hold
Pink peony for me
I lurch through the crowd
Stem falls to the floor
My heart sings out loud
To my creator once more
He respected me enough to walk away when I asked him to. To not use and abuse me anymore. And that is a good thing. Past hurts are monuments of risk. On taking the chance of something better. Of being vulnerable and open and alive. Scars show we bleed. And scars show we heal.
Bleeding and healing go together. It is life. Without either we would be dead.
I don’t think I can anymore
Pretending happiness
Pretending success
Pretending joy
Pretending
Pretence
Rejection hurts
Even when I pretend it doesn’t
Even when I laugh it off
Brush my jacket clean
Have a bath
Drink some tea
Read lines of poetry
And still
In those quiet moments
In the deepest of hearts
I crave love
I crave belonging
I crave acceptance
And rejection
Hurts
The same pattern emerges
Of failure and hopelessness
My victories I celebrated alone
Without thanks or appreciation
All efforts went unnoticed
Pools of tears
Drown my eyes
Everything is relative
Why do I feel so hopeless
So worthless so confronted
The black night is still but for
Passing traffic the odd car I can hear
And I wonder where is the car going to
Where am I going to?
The pool overflows