I know Your character because I find it through my own
My tiny heart confronts the dark;
With courage, the unknown
yet despite my swirling stars,
a simple breath is all we are
a puff of sigh-frost,
caught upon a spiky breeze
fading to the skeptic night
while jagged currents lash the trees.
The panic grows and swallows whole
the love lounging inside;
my soul instead desires death
to calm my raging mind.
the sickness creeps through every bone
splinters and stones, no antidotes
the despair seeps into each of my homes
through hearts and hands i did not know i hold.
Tonight the dam just burst inside
I cried so little
But felt so much.
I felt betrayed
Or laughable; why me?
Why is something constantly wrong with my frail eggshell body?
I felt sick of all the sickness
And deformed bones
And nerves that don’t work properly
And blood capillaries
But when the few-tears and much-pain
Ran out; I remembered.
That my God took away the capillaries that danced so wickedly inside me.
He healed the nerves that made me ache like a broken toy
And did so out of love.
So for me to pity
Myself based on what little problems remain;
Is so ridiculous. It is not as if I lack a lung or limp about crippled and lame.
My rib floats and bends and aches
So what? I am alive.
It hurts me sometimes to breathe;
And yet fresh air still gives me life.
I am sorry for my narrative
Of pity and wallowing rage.
sometimes I need to sit and cry
To move on past this stage.
My God will gently wait for me
As I weep about life’s-not-fair;
He’ll hold me tight when I approach
With my foolish, childlike complaints-
And He will wipe away my tears.