A Night, Metaphorically Speaking

There is no rest tonight
For I sleep with shame
and dream of disillusion
Tossing and turning with waves of worry
I restlessly resist my reality
With closed eyes I block out
The memories that shine through
The windows of my mind
Yet,
The stark ticks of life’s clock remind me
That the dark cannot hide me
forever
and that soon I must wake up

Friend or Foe

When I’m with you, I feel off-kilter
Like I’m looking at life through a dirty filter
Your unstable actions confuse me
And your fickle words, they bruise me

You seem quite obscure and evasive
And an obvious inconsistency is pervasive
So I walk around carefully on tippy toe
As I am discovering if you’re my friend or foe 

Of Sin Replaced

Today, I’m pushing forward
Traveling past
old days and
old ways
Ignoring the signs
That constantly remind
Of my sinful behavior
I run to my Savior
I am fighting to see
the beauty of grace,
of sin replaced
I am running this race
With each step forward
I find they are ordered
as I realize my identity
In the light of His Divinity.

Just Outside the Window Pane


Today I caught a glimpse
Just outside the window pane
I saw it all so clearly
As it began to rain
The drops obscured my view
But the picture did remain

With a longing heart, I looked
At a life I could not explain
Logic didn’t speak its language 
And I reasoned all in vain
I tried to look away
But my gaze I could not restrain
For torn between two desires 
I found I still remain

The Cruelty Of Love

Your words reached out
Slipped inside, clenching my heart
With fingers of ice
They froze the warmth I carried

With pressure so slight
I found myself thrown
Grasping at air
Screaming aloud with silent lips

How cruel it is to love
For here,
Heartbreak is shared
Blood is intermingled
Connected,
Your pain echos in my soul
And I cry your tears

Vulnerable and raw
Words flow like honey
Seeping deep into dark places
Breaking beneath,
I offer my heart
Praying it’s enough,
Enough to heal yours

Behind the poem:

When we care for someone, their pain affects us. In a way, their pain becomes ours. We feel the burden of their heartbreak. Sometimes it is very hard to know what to say when a loved one is hurting. No words seem right but we try anyway. We open ourselves up to connect with them in their time of need and hope it is enough. 

Sin is a Flower

Sin is a flower
Which grows in the dark
And flourishes without light
Satisfied by the rain of vice
It brings forth a harvest of despair
Drawing strength from weakness
It makes the heart’s soil barren
Fed by quiet assurances of
“No one knows” and
“It will be fine”
It spreads as ivy
Covering the columns of reason
And the gates of caution
Its fragrance fills speech and deed
And with its beauty, it kills
For we admire the petals of poison
And touch the leaves of lies
As the roots reach deep
Twisting tightly around each thought
Invading every space
And in what feels to be the blink of an eye
We find ourselves sinking
Into the ground of too late