Kingdom

Lead me to a place of

Utter dependency on you;

I do not want to be this scared little girl,

Locked up, troubled by every

Memory, every ludicrous possibility.

I sneer at those forces, the unknowns swirling around

They do not own me, their reality is unfounded

I am the King’s daughter and His grace surrounds

Me.

And that’s the

End of that story.

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El fin

Mismo, mismo, no puedo entender

You court and ferry illnesses although it isn’t fair

Verde, verde, me duele el corazón

I look and see similarity…

Same eyes same lies same

End?

Drowning from up above

It is hard to weep in light, my

Sadness craves the night

past time when I am long alone, when skydark hits and mutes the known

I cry softly on my own.

I did not know that stones

Could feel.

When will this grief stop its roaming, and settle

more quietly into a home? I cannot

be like this much longer or my tears

will fill my lungs.

I’m drowning from above, and no one

Has offered me any way up

To see the sky and breathe again

To where the sea is not flooding my oxygen

And cursing my skin with its sting.

I would love to care about such trivialities