resurrection still unseen
face faith's tomorrow
i forgot
I walked until my heart was weary
With all the cares and hopes we had
Because it took so long I fainted
With sorrow on the road with no sight
Of rest or relief I lay myself down
For just one moment longer than I should
And I forgot for a moment, a mere pause really,
Of why I fought so hard
Of why I stood on my raw and thrashed feet
For so very long
I forgot what it feels like to be loved
Because the love I need has never
Shown its face to me
change
Change is everywhere and nowhere to be seen.
It creeps up on you in your daily routine.
It takes away your dreams while giving them new life.
It robs you of what you wanted by giving you what you need.
Change is a part of every day that creates strife
While taking you on adventures and heartaches,
Breaking you down to your heart of hearts,
Showing you your bare soul and teaching you to like it.
Change looks like an enemy but becomes your best friend
When you aren't looking because change is what makes you you,
And there is no running from your best version you might find in the end—
If/when you try.
define my life
Define my life
Every action—every breath
In all my repentance
In all my good.
Define my life
In every friend
In every joy restored
In all the happy times
In all the light regained.
Define my life with love and hope.
Define my life with eternity—with charity.
Gratitude Month 2025: Writing
Every time someone reads one of my poems and tells me how my writing touched them or helped them understand something special or understand life a little more, I am thankful for being able to write what comes to my mind. It takes an education to know how to write and creativity to put words onto the page in a way that others would want to read it. I am grateful to have had such inspiring teachers and friends and life experiences to have the ability and material to write. Jokes are made that you need to watch out when you are friends or family with a writer because you could end up in one of their books, and that is so true. Most of the time, in my case, it is because of being inspired by my friends and family, but it could easily go the other way. Just kidding. Kind of.
I am grateful I carved out the time to reflect on what I am grateful for and wrote it all down, so I can remember these days and capture these moments in time that are truly fleeting. I hope that I will bring joy and thoughtfulness to all who read my words. I want so much for my writing to reach anyone who it might help to feel seen.
I am grateful you took the time to read my writing. It means so much to me.
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