Writing
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Hollow Reed
I am the outsider The different one here I am the writer The wordsmith extraordinaire I weave complex patterns In the recesses of my mind Scribble abstract equations To work out what’s inside I am a hollow reed That wails as the wind blows I am mourning church bells Echoing with resonant tone I paint Continue reading
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Rich Fruit
Ideas grow within me Swell like rich fruit Writing is the squeezing That turns them into juice Succulent sentences Luscious lines Spill out onto the paper One at a time The resulting cocktail Refreshes my soul Purges the bitterness From the pain of my toil The words nourish me Remind me of the truth Feeding Continue reading
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The Cure
Writing is the cure To this disease of mine It heals my emotions Brings peace to my mind Life crippled me Writing made me to walk Trauma stole my voice But with writing I can talk Depression struck me blind Surrounded me with dark Writing gave me new vision Lit my path with its spark 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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Journal
Looking back In my journal I see the goodness of God In every scribble I see agonising questions And desperate prayers Answered by God A few pages later I see that God Has been speaking to me That there is a theme to His messages That before I could not see I see my current Continue reading
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Black Poison
I spit black poisonOut of my mouthA venomous riverWinding its way south It’s an overflowFrom my tortured heartInjected with miseryBy events so dark They are harsher thanI truly meanBut I can’t hold backWhen I paint this scene I must let the angerThe bitterness pour outSo I can truly comprehendWhat this pain is about Then I can learnForgive when I Continue reading
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I May Exaggerate
I see my poems on depression as a way of understanding me. When I bury my feelings in the dark, I find that I am condemned to wander round in circles without knowing why. I do not see them as declarations of truth. I know the bleakness in them is a distorted image. But understanding Continue reading
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What I Feel
For me, poetry shows a snapshot of what I feel in the moment. I am learning not to bind myself to them or define myself by them. I am learning that the true value is in digging behind the thoughts, unveiling the assumptions, hunting for the truth and plotting a way forward. On these pagesThings Continue reading
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Mistakes
A short poem on regret Bitter taste Burns Leaves a mark On the skin A chance to learn Continue reading
Christ, Christian Poetry, Depression, Emotions, God, Healing, Hope, Pain, Poetry, Redemption, Regret, Trauma, Writing
Dawn & Dusk 