You broke my heart but not my spirit,You left me bleeding in the rain.You promised to protect me,Then caused the pain.I searched for love in empty places,For arms to hold me tight.But when I needed someone beside me,I stared out shadows through the night.Yet God was there in every tear drop,Every battle no one knew.WhenContinue reading “A Spirit Built to Last”
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I Love You Less
My heart still waits, beneath the fading skies.For whispered dreams and old goodbyes.Through storms and silence, I remain.A flame that hopes beyond the rain. Can this love now cross the silence?Still, I cant put down the sword.Still I love you less than violence.
My Next Steps
I try to think of my next steps,but different versions of me roar in my head. I cannot force them into silence.I try to ignore the noiseand focus on who I am becoming, but even in stillness there is shouting—a crowd inside my mind. Yet beneath it all, I am not rushed.Something deeper holds meContinue reading “My Next Steps”
Withered
like a star I wrestle with the night. but… like a withered tree, I stretch out for the light.
High Waves
Like a boat on high waves after the sun has set. I stand in the darkness, with fears I can’t forget. The storm may be raging, the night may be long. But faith is my anchor, and hope is my song. Hold on tight, let courage rise. Dreams are born beneath darkened skies. One moreContinue reading “High Waves”
Amaze You
I want to amaze you, like a thunderstorm above.I want you to thank God for the birth of our love. Your kiss I treasure, Your body I’ll caress,But it’s your soul that He will bless.
Dawn Will Follow
The scales tipped before the start,Metal on wrists, the slowing of a heart. Truth stood silent, bleeding bare,While power ruled without a care. Yet wrong, however strong it seems,Cannot forever bury dreams. For justice walks a slower way,But dawn will follow this dark day.
Under the Sun
Under the sun in the big blue sky.I earn a quid as the rays blaze by. Sweat on me fod – dirt on my hands.Working outside as the sun cracks the land. Beating hard but still I stay.For my family – all bastad day.
To Be Forgot
Some names fade like footprints in the rain.once dear to the heart, now hard to explain.Faces grow distant, voices grow thin,lost to the silence where memories dim.Such is the way, a tear drop to the sea.Drifting – even from memory.But you, you not.Never I guess, to be forgot.
Their Choices
They gave me breath – then poisoned the air.Life confusing – mind a blur.Shadows breathing in a cold dark house.My life – in flames I wish to douse.All alone with their choices.In my head – I hear their voices.
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