Prose

Sometimes, words are not enough, but they are all I have

I don't write poetry often, because it's honestly just pretty much a healing process for me. Every once in awhile I will, and maybe someday I'll write poetry about someone. Right now, I kinda write whenever I need to express how I feel, and a bunch of unrefined garbage can't say what I need to say.

My Familiar Friend (3/3/14)

Without good reason, I clung to pain
I didn't expect I’d have anything to gain
I kept distance in the mind but not the heart,
not realizing that I needed a restart
Pain is familiar, healing is new
I stuck with that which I knew
how can one heal with a knife in their chest?
Pull it out, leave it behind and rest

The Chameleon (7/7/13)

Fitting into other's lives,
barely living my own
fulfilling their wishes
to fill an endless hole 

Then, I found you
I tried to fit you where only God should go
yet, only Christ can fill
Only Jesus can make me whole 

I am a chameleon