Wander

Somewhere in a trance there is this waterfall of sound,

Enticing every color from the Ribcage to the ground.

I seek a new divinity, untethered by my chains,

A drowning watercolor of my home I sought to save.

We cannot quell the flow of thorns, the

Riverbeast of thunder scorned.

Please kill this cavern-ache inside,

And kill the sonder-life

I hide.

Already won

Pain, impatience

Futile wishes for perfection

Make me less, make me more

I’m sorry this pain cannot be ignored

Your grace is sufficient, make this less

Potent

Please

I feel a wickedness tugging at me inside, a blinding breaking painful light

Will the shadows crawl away and die

Or will they break open and birth more night?

How can I win when I’m fighting sin?

But

You already did.

Praise

I am good for nothing else

Riddled with agony, an aching mess

Of cuts and gaping wounds, trauma and

Bruises

Just threaded together, barely, by the strings of your grace.

Nobody can know me as You do, so I burn to know you

When the tidal wave of nothingness climbs its way into my lungs

There is nobody to give me breath except for you, King

You are the only reason I still sing