They promise to shield you against the pain.
The break the promise.
They be the pain.
The pain haunts you all the time.
It gives you chills.
You can feel the unrest. It flows in each vein.
You crawl, crawl like an animal.
Trying to escape.
Trying to find a way out.
The passage seems to contract with time.
It traps you.
Captivates your body, mind and soul. The whole you.
And so it goes...
There is a difference between quantity and quality,
That we can know of Him,
Or better yet, know Him personally;
That we can read His word,
Or better yet, digest it;
That we can talk to Him,
Or better yet, talk with Him,
That we can use our ears,
Or better yet, listen,
That we can worship in song,
Or better yet, all our actions;
That we can be servants,
Or better yet, friends,
Or even better yet, children,
Baby's milk to meal,
Bound in sin to freed,
Broken to healed,
All first start as seeds,
I surrender, Lord.
Show us your mercy,
But if I may ask of anything more...
First, please forgive me.
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You don't deserve these words I spew
These words of venom meant to burn
But I only etch you eternally on the corners of evergreen paper-
In the ink of my blood and soaked in my tear stains.
You don't deserve to live forever as an immortal being but yet I write these words to forget the pain
My ignited fire snuffed by your venomous fumes just like the poof of a candle.
Your warm sting burns the deepest parts of my unkindled life you left me in
Pondering whether the fire you put out saved me from a burning house or led me to shiver in the cold.
I found a little bag of gemstones
They were washed up on the shore
I believed in precious miracles
But this was so much more
Grains of sand fell though my fingers
And danced upon my soul
My heart was full of broken mirrors
Shattered beyond my own control
It was then that it occurred to me
What these gemstones really were
The broken mirrors of another heart
Polished by the sand and sea
That day I learned there's more to see
Beyond what meets your eyes
Some things that once were broken
Are more wondrous than you realize
What would they think of me
If they knew of the people
I have loved
And how I let them drain me,
Turn me inside out
Because they were bored
How I let fear make me so volatile
Staying never seemed an option.
Oh how I've set myself on fire,
And spewed destruction
Like a volcano.
But I am tired,
Of the fear,
Of the running,
Of the brave face.
Swallowing shots of courage
For these words
That they celebrate
While I break.