Poetry

I write poetry as an outlet for my experiences, and I’m sharing some of it here with you. I have a poetry book that will hopefully be out soon!

Jesus

As much as I feel pain
As much as I take on
I have no metal in my hands
A cross, I am not upon

I stumble and fall
But I always get up
To eat of the host
And drink from the cup

I have been battered, 
Bruised and fractured
But when I am scraped
There is blood, not water

So why do I choose
To carry the weight
Why do I try to
Control my fate?

I will lay down
The worries and fears
And allow my Savior
To wipe my tears

I offer this prayer
Not for my own gain
But for another
In Christ Jesus’ name.

Unapologetically Me.

 

Butterfly

Take these broken wings
And learn to fly
When those broken wings tire
I’ll be there to hold you tight

Just because you do not fly
The same anymore
Does not mean that you
Aren’t you anymore

So when your flying
Days are done
You can grieve,
And then move on

The days ahead
Will challenge you so
You’ll no longer be able
To go with the flow

Just look around
To find a new niche
You can learn
Or you can teach

So spread your broken wings
But not to fly
Just take a step forward
And hold your head high

No, you aren’t damaged
Who cares what they say
Yes, you are changed
But in a good way

So embrace your new normal
Create your own path;
If your best is just to try,
Continue on little butterfly.

Unapologetically me.

 

Curses

Curse the dreams
That make us believe
In brighter days ahead.

The ones that fill
Us up with hope
But leave us for dead.

There is no room
For the dreamers
In today’s society.

We are meant to
Look prim and proper
With utmost propriety.

Curse the lovers
And the fighters
With their relentless passion.

Who are they to
Love and live
In such a joyous fashion?

It is best to touch
But never grasp
Hold but not embrace

It is best to stay
In a little box
Be stagnant, and save face.

But most of all
Curse those who believe
The prior to be true

Who are they
To make such rules
For me and for you?

Unapologetically Me.

To Catch a Dream

With my head in the clouds
I hope to catch a dream,
Wave my line to and fro
And hurl it downstream.

Patience, I do not possess
And my line does not find,
A thing except for a rock
I feel my emotions unwind.

I pull my pole toward the sky
And bring it to my knee,
It snaps, liberating the line
But I do not feel free.

Painfully mediocre this
I know to describe me,
As I chase daydreams
Every single one evades me.

I sit on the bank of
The river of dreams,
Imagining how I could
Manipulate the stream.

Should I use my fist
Or repair the pole and line,
Should I just give up
Lower my head and say I’m fine.

As I consider the latter
A new plan mounts my mind,
Maybe if I sit and wait here
A moving dream, I may find.

So I wade in the water
Allowing my dream to come,
But for days I find nothing
And I feel incredibly numb.

As I think of dreams
That have passed me by,
I look down at the water
And see the reflecting sky.

I look up and realize
Dreams cannot be caught,
But you will be rewarded
There were lessons taught.

The water is so clear
As is for a second my dream,
All that I had to do was
Go fishing in this little stream.

Unapologetically Me.