Folding gently into wisped wings,
a cocoon of a thing, barely seen,
we dart between fantasy and concrete.
Our faces are sunken but our hearts float light,
-a wraith or a skeleton? a question asked by the night,
but we snicker and shed our skins to take flight.
Monday, May 11, 2020
Helplessly
Some days I feel alive,
Some days I feel like a well-worn cave,
Some days I feel happy,
Some days I'm not the same.
I have searched for and longed for resolution to my past,
Peaceful waves rippling from the evening sun
After this hopeless storm has passed,
Yet my eyes are dim with helpless crying,
I can't get better despite all my trying
Teardrops fall crooked and no one seems to care
The anguished heart in me supposed they aren't aware.
I have tried it all and yet no remedy surfaces,
Lost in a prison is my fate
Until something hopeful comes to my gate.
Who will save me? Who will pluck me up?
It seems for all my trying, it's never enough.
I have prayed all night and all day
It never makes the pain go away,
I have taken pills and talked to friends,
But this hellish state never ends.
I can't breathe right and I can't enjoy things,
Without a sad side of the story coming out.
Still, my hope is within me,
Though this heart is torn inside me,
And though I wander looking for a way out,
There's a place in me where there is no doubt.
Musical choruses alight my senses there,
Angels swarm me with gifts and songs,
Jesus opens his warm arms,
And I find my rest indeed.
He will find me no matter where I lie,
No matter what I do and not matter how I hide,
He's the one who can pluck me away,
And I don't mean in a final sort of way, no,
I intend for him to save me daily,
When I am down, He comforts,
When I am in pain, he protects,
When I am alone and wounded, He comes near,
When. I am depressed, he gives me life.
So when I'm sad and alone, with no one to warm me,
He is there, waiting patiently for me,
And I am not alone.
Some days I feel like a well-worn cave,
Some days I feel happy,
Some days I'm not the same.
I have searched for and longed for resolution to my past,
Peaceful waves rippling from the evening sun
After this hopeless storm has passed,
Yet my eyes are dim with helpless crying,
I can't get better despite all my trying
Teardrops fall crooked and no one seems to care
The anguished heart in me supposed they aren't aware.
I have tried it all and yet no remedy surfaces,
Lost in a prison is my fate
Until something hopeful comes to my gate.
Who will save me? Who will pluck me up?
It seems for all my trying, it's never enough.
I have prayed all night and all day
It never makes the pain go away,
I have taken pills and talked to friends,
But this hellish state never ends.
I can't breathe right and I can't enjoy things,
Without a sad side of the story coming out.
Still, my hope is within me,
Though this heart is torn inside me,
And though I wander looking for a way out,
There's a place in me where there is no doubt.
Musical choruses alight my senses there,
Angels swarm me with gifts and songs,
Jesus opens his warm arms,
And I find my rest indeed.
He will find me no matter where I lie,
No matter what I do and not matter how I hide,
He's the one who can pluck me away,
And I don't mean in a final sort of way, no,
I intend for him to save me daily,
When I am down, He comforts,
When I am in pain, he protects,
When I am alone and wounded, He comes near,
When. I am depressed, he gives me life.
So when I'm sad and alone, with no one to warm me,
He is there, waiting patiently for me,
And I am not alone.
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