(2014)
If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
Why do you listen to the lies? How do you not see
First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.
A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?
I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much
Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,
Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right
How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide