When I write I release something within me.
When I write I free something inside.
I get drawn in by the words.
Wrapped up in the flow.
It's enchanting.
I can't seem to stop.
When I write I give a piece of myself to that paper
or that napkin
or that bulletin
When I write I become honest in every sense of the word.
I can all of a sudden express myself.
Somehow I find words for my feelings.
I give that paper
a memory
or a feeling
or a glimpse of my heart.
When I write I lose myself.
When I write I find myself.
Time escapes me.
My attention is focused.
Mind caressed by a steady stream of words and phrases.
Heart seduced by the beautiful rhythmic flow I somehow create.
When I write I communicate.
Though oftentimes no one's on the other end.
It's how I do it best.
I can tell you what I think.
I can point out right from wrong
and left from right.
Things come together like puzzle pieces finding their mate.
It makes sense.
When I write everything else fades away.
When I write nothing else matters.
It's just the paper and I
And sometimes I think it's listening.
Taking in my every cry.
Taking in every detail of my thoughts.
Maybe it cries with me.
Maybe it bleeds with me.
Maybe it relives every memory with me.
Maybe it longs to comfort me.
But the paper just listens.
It always listens.
Even when no one else will.
When I write I have a voice.
When I write I am heard.
No one stops me
or corrects me
or tries to fix me
or tells me what's wrong
or what I need to do
There are no interruptions.
It's a pure release.
When I write I can sing.
When I write I can dance.
When I write I can paint.
My words paint a picture.
My font dances on the paper.
I play with it.
Change it.
When I write I can own it.
This is mine.
These words are my own.
This is my story.
No one can take this from me.
When I write I can see.
When I write I am free.
Simply trying to figure out this life and how to make the best of it in a broken world. Searching for my place and purpose and figuring out how to get there. Fighting through trials and pushing forward. Finding answers and finding myself.
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Friday, September 16, 2011
my lost heart.
i thought i had lost my heart...
i searched earnestly for it...
i searched desperately...
but i couldn't seem to find it...
and i was falling apart...
until finally i turned around...
and realized my heart was right where i had left it...
right where You promised me it'd always be...
i turned around...
to see You right behind me...
cradling my broken heart...
protecting it...
and holding it close to Yourself...
loving it...
and healing it...
You had always been there...
and You had never let me go...
i thought i had lost my heart...
but really...
i had left it...
i had left it with You...
it wasn't my heart that was lost...
it was me.
i searched earnestly for it...
i searched desperately...
but i couldn't seem to find it...
and i was falling apart...
until finally i turned around...
and realized my heart was right where i had left it...
right where You promised me it'd always be...
i turned around...
to see You right behind me...
cradling my broken heart...
protecting it...
and holding it close to Yourself...
loving it...
and healing it...
You had always been there...
and You had never let me go...
i thought i had lost my heart...
but really...
i had left it...
i had left it with You...
it wasn't my heart that was lost...
it was me.
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