Lament
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Museum of Loss
A lament Shadowy corridors In my heart Where one ends Another one starts I have hidden pain Behind every corner Amassed tears of sorrowAs pools of water I allowed the lights To burn themselves out Allowed ash and dust To gradually mount I sealed the doors Despite the costAnd accepted my heart As a museum Continue reading
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Fury of the Moon
A lament Imperfection stirs The fury of night The moon glares down Glinting with spite During the day Steps strayed Now to the night A debt must be paid They will hear the grinding Of the moon’s teeth And the incessant howling Of wolves in grief Tossing and turning As the minutes tick away Longing Continue reading
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Twisted Trees
A lament The trees used to speakUsed to remember They used to flower In all types of weather Now they are bare Their branches twisted They barely speak And when they do, it’s fiction Once tall and gracious Now gnarled and cruel They hold cracked husks Where they once held jewels The trees used to Continue reading
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Authenticity
We wear the mask Until we forget who we are We take the real us And hide it in a jar We follow their script Until we forget our voice We follow their directions Until they become our choice We play their game so long Jumping through every hoop That we forget it’s a game Continue reading
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Pains and Passions
A lament Like the tide Is drawn back out to sea So my passion for writingTugs at me Like a wolf Howling at the moon So my passions threaten Me to consume My desires yearn within They pierce my insides With bitter sorrow They scream and cry But my body crumbles At the first step, Continue reading
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Writer
A lament God, why have you made me To be a writer? To be inflicted With these desires? Pain builds up Within my soul Until it bursts out In these words of turmoil In my head Words scream aloud Worlds are being born Characters wander around My mind will not rest It will not stop Continue reading
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Dark Sun
‘The opposite of depression is not happiness. It is vitality.’ Andrew Solomom This poem about depression was inspired by the film Tenet and the above quote by Andrew Solomon. A lament I see cold stars In dark skies Their blue light No warmth provides A black sun rises Radiant dark Light flees into cracks Night Continue reading
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The Painful Choice
This poem talks of one of the challenges I have faced in recovering from depression. I am learning that we have to open up to safe people to heal. And though healing hurts, staying wounded hurts even more A lament What will I suffer for? For what will I bear this pain? The trauma inside Continue reading
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Rejection
Rejection is a deep pain. I am learning to find acceptance and healing in Christ. A lament I have always felt like A disappointment Even the times When I actually wasn’t There were always barriers That I had to climb In order to be accepted In order to be liked I tried to be What Continue reading
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Feeling Low Haiku
A lament It hurts so bad now I thought I had felt it all There is always more Continue reading
Dawn & Dusk 