Un-Healing Runs Red

Yesterday's wounds are still bleeding
When will you start your healing?
I'm covered in your blood
Caused by a knife I never touched.

I tried to dress your cuts
But nothing I did was ever enough.
Every time I applied fresh gauze
You would find even more flaws.

What about the cost to my well-being?
What about all the pain I am feeling?!
While I'm here cleaning your gashes,
I feel like I'm taking 39 lashes.

Then the moment my blood began to run
Was the moment you decided we were done.

Untitled.

No wonder she's hurting. When was she last shown love?
No wonder she's quiet. When was she last taken seriously?

No wonder she's insecure. When was she last given reassurance?

When? Now. But is it too late to feel it?

When? Now. But is it too late to believe it?

When? Now. But is it too late to accept it?

NO!

How do you help? Never stop showing her love. She'll feel you mean it one day.

How do you help? Never stop taking her seriously. She'll believe you mean it one day?

How do you help? Never stop giving her reassurance. She'll accept you mean it one day.

She may be hurting. She may be quiet. She may be insecure.

But one thing is for certain: she is not alone anymore.

Total Transformation

She was on her own; she was left for dead,

No life, no hope, no future to be seen,

You name it; she tried it to get ahead,

So desperate to be known, she could not dream.

She loved to get drunk, she loved to party,

Her stomach has been pumped, just to be seen,

Her life was at risk, she was not sorry,

Along with these drugs came no chance to see.

That’s when You step in, You reverse her life,

She comes running, resting in Your embrace,

She begs You to end her internal strife,

She looks at You, tears streaming down her face.

Now, every day, she lives to worship You,

Through Your love alone, she has been made new.

Lasts and Firsts

Her father comes upstairs.

“Time to say good-bye.”

She turns to me – her tear-filled eyes gazing into my heart –

And gives me a hug for the last time.

His mother walks in the door.

“Almost time to leave.”

He turns to me – a lone tear running down his cheek –

And shows me a smile for the last time.

Her brother comes down the hall.

“Time to go home.”

She turns to me – a suspicious grin creeping across her face  –

And gives me a kiss for the first time.

Left on the Shoulder

Now I stand here, left on the shoulder

The road we traveled was long and abandoned;

The desert around us was dry and hot;

The journey we shared was calm and joyful;

So tell me. What happened?

Now I stand here, left on the shoulder

Was it the speed bumps we went over?

Was it the endless traffic that distracted us?

Was it the dark skies that we drove through?

So tell me. What happened?

Now I stand here, left on the shoulder

I hope you’ll come back,

Then you can tell me what happened.

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I need a break.

All this stress is burying me alive,
The tons of dirt compressing my chest,
I'm fighting for every breath.

I need a break.

All this drama is washing me away,
The floodwaters sweeping my feet out from under me,
I'm grasping for an anchor.

I need a break.

Lightning and Thunder

My whole life is a raging thunderstorm

From the bright flashes to the crashing boom

I’ve been this way ever since I was born

And the storm’s not ceasing any time soon.

I’m the lightning – deadly but rarely harms

I’m the thunder – scary but I leave no mark

They fear me so much; they’ve made storm alarms

So they have a warning before I start.

I’m sick of people fearing knowing me

I want to be friendly, just like the sun

I can be good, I promise – you will see

When you see me, just please don’t turn and run.

I can’t wait for the end of this tempest,

For then, I will finally be at rest.

Lawn Battles

The rivalry between armies is strong,

Equal in strength and number.

Every battle is 90 minutes,

Each ending in one’s demise.

The armies are only 11-strong

And carry no swords or guns,

Yet they come out bruised and bloody;

Sometimes, it’s even worse.

When the 90 minutes come to a close

And a whistle’s shriek sounds,

Some heads are high and some are low,

Yet both armies talk as friends.

Knowing Her Worth

She is seen.
She is the candle in the night.

She is strong.
She is the wind in the sails.

She is valued.
She is the amaryllis in the weeds.

She is important.

Who Are They?

He's the quiet person at the back of the room
He's the quiet person who doesn't talk much
He's the quiet person who has plenty of ideas
He's the quiet person who never lets them be heard

He's the noisy person at the back of the room
He's the noisy person who can't help but talk
He's the noisy person who doesn't know what's going on
He's the noisy person who needs help following along

He's the lazy person at the back of the room
He's the lazy person who is never prepared
He's the lazy person who wants everything easy
He's the lazy person who can't wait for the day to be over

She's the busy person at the back of the room
She's the busy person who is running on 3 hours of sleep
She's the busy person who barely has any personal time
She's the busy person who never takes a break

She's the open person at the back of the room
She's the open person who has no secrets
She's the open person who doesn't care what others think
She's the open person who has all the friends

She's the private person at the back of the room
She's the private person who struggles alone
She's the private person who no one really knows
She's the private person who never asks for help