Grace

Love is forgiveness

Forgiveness is grace

Grace is my shelter

Though temptation overcomes me,

And I welcome my demons,

Grace is my shelter.

When I fall,

Grace picks me up,

And pieces me back together.

Grace is my shelter.

Yes, I’m flawed,

But Grace makes me perfect.

Grace is my shelter.

Love is forgiveness

Forgiveness is grace

Grace is my shelter

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Future

For so long, I was unsure of what my future would hold.

For so long, I was confused.

But now I know, that when I’m gray and old,

I will look back feeling amused.

I struggled and struggled so hard it hurt,

For nothing at all in comparison.

Because obviously I originated from dirt,

And eventually I’ll be dirt again.

So it doesn’t really matter.

Ode To Silence

Noise, a ceaseless buzz

Drowning out my silence

Disrupting my peace

Provoking my violence

Stitch your mouth shut

Your words mean nothing to me

Lock me in a room alone

Then throw away the key

 –

Let me enjoy my quiet

Just get out of my head

I don’t need to hear this

Give me the silence of the dead.

I’m A Shadow

Eyes of a rainforest,

Set in soft skin like cream,

My hair falls around my face like autumn.

I’m tempted to connect the dots

That freckle my face.

But I know better.

This is not me,

But a mere shadow

Of what I will be.

This is just a seed,

And when I’m laid to rest,

I will grow into my self,

My perfect self.

Until then,

This page shall remain blank.

I Don’t Have To Be Me

What I love most

Is to be curled up

On the couch with a book

In another world, another universe

Dreaming, imagining

I can be whoever I want to be.

I can be Ender or Valentine,

Keeping the peace of the worlds,

Or I could be Ace Robin Olds

Dogfighting in my P-51.

All I need is an idea,

Something that will flourish in my mind,

Something that will turn into a dream,

Something that can distract me

From my harsh reality.

I don’t have to be me all the time.

Guaranteed

The past is easily learned,

And, as for the present?

Well, I never quite know what’s going on.

 –

But the future,

Although not set in stone,

Is guaranteed for me.

A future is guaranteed

For all of us.

The question is…

Which future will you choose?

Behind Her Mask

Behind this mask

of coldly calculated reason and logic,

is a small girl

choking on her tears,

helplessly drowning

in her despair.

 –

All she wants

is understanding and acceptance,

and even love:

unconditional love.

But, she’s too meek to ask for it.

So she just cries and mourns

the waste of her eighteen years,

the loss of her joyless childhood.

A Look Into My Distant Future

The gray clouds swirled against the black sky.

Twisting beneath my sheets,

I rested my head on the windowpane,

Searching for some sign of hope above.

Stars flickered amongst the clouds,

Dimly lit, hardly something to look up to.

Craning my head back against the cool glass window,

I could see the bright, red-tinted body of Mars.

Intrigue and wonder tugged at the corners of my mind.

I gazed in awe at the beautiful speck of light.

Can’t the sky always be like this?

There’s always something breathtaking about the night.