Return

I felt again, your presence came
Your warmth renewed, no longer ash
In my arms, not seizing, not shrieking
Soft and living… safe once more

But you are gone. Each new breath, empty morning
You are torn from me fresh, the
Wound never closing.

Will I ever get used to your absence?
WILL I EVER STOP WISHING YOU WEREN’T GONE?

I almost pray you’d stop coming to me
Allow the blood to congeal
But if the only way you can be
Means me weeping over you in my sleep

Then bring me the dreams.

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I’m sorry, I’m

still more than enough for you

and you felt you were never

enough

i’m sorry for the hauntings, for the presence, for the longings

i’m sorry that you can’t forget and

that i just want to be friends

New

Let your grace soothe me

Let its awesome, terrible power tear down my misconceptions

Knock down every walled-up presupposition

I do not want to live in a bubble of pain

For fear of it popping and the oxygen outside knowing my name

Take me somewhere my heart cries out for you

Fill me with your power, oh God, and your truth.

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.