Outcomes

I can't help it but
to think that getting away
will wipe the slate clean.

Maybe walking out
on all that I have found will help
me see things better.

And maybe I will
miss this all much more than I
ever thought I could.

Thoughtful Moment

A thought can brighten
my whole day

It can make the clouds
float away

...cause breathing to
be momentarily halted

A thought can blossom
a smile on my face

It can allow a hint of
laughter to escape

...cause the butterflies
in my stomach to stir

A thought can also
bring the tears

It can start a waterfall
of salty emotions

...cause the clouds
to roll on in

But a few negatives
will always be outweighed

by the happiness that blooms
when I think of you.

Cold Blood

The ice running through my veins
is hardly due to the weather.

I woke with a chill in a dark room,
hands grasping the pillow.

And if I hadn't known any better,
I'd blame it on a ghostly nightmare...

but your face hardly counts as
ghastly.

It's as if I'm a fugitive and you're
the police.

I keep running from your memory,
but you always find me.

Surfacing in my sleep is the newest
form of torture.

The ice running through my veins
is hardly due to the weather.

Victorious

I flipped through the thin pages quickly,

waiting for something to jump out and bite me.

I long for His words, something of comfort...

something to let me know I'm okay.

And just as always,

I stop and scan a few pages,

finding the exact words I need...

as if He planned it this way.

May the Lord answer you when you are

in distress;

may the name of the God of Jacob

protect you.

May he send you help from the sanctuary

and grant you support...

May he give you the desire of your heart

and make all your plans succeed.

We will shout for joy when you are

victorious

and will lift up our banners in the name 

of our God.

And suddenly, I sleep better.

*Verses taken from Psalm 20:1-5*

Refresh

Golden leaves floating
on a crisp autumn breeze that
takes my breath away.

Photo Display

Pictures on my nightstand
remind me of the blessings
I can't see everyday.

Coming Back

I haven't been writing as much lately,
because the words always take me... there.
And I'm not quite ready to go just yet.

So I've avoided my own words like a plague,
as if the syllables and sentences will
burn my throat, and leave me sore.

And they do, I'd be lying to say they didn't,
but that's no reason to avoid it.

For if I avoided everything that hurt,
I'd be missing out on a lot of living.