Sometimes I feel like I am stuck in the middle of a tornado and the air is being sucked out of my lungs by the pressure of the whipping winds, my hair stinging my face. Sometimes I feel like I am standing on a backwoods country road in the middle of a dark night walking blind feeling my way forward inch by inch not knowing what is ahead. Sometimes I am under water, anchor tied to my ankle, looking up at the line between sea and air.
It is hope that keeps me going, not fear. Hope is reaching into my front pants pocket, feeling for the coins gotten by learned lessons I sweated and wept tears to earn. The scar around my neck a badge of courage and proof I know how to fight. I take out my sword of honor and hold it high as I will not be defeated. My cloak is peace woven with strands of joy. My crown is hope. I will be brave through the wind and the night.
Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts
Monday, February 24, 2014
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Time
The soreness and the pain
Must be worth the strain
To make the future better
To make the future last
The sadness and the tears
Pushing down the fears
To make the future better
To make the future last
Learning to be in the now
Shoulders heavy as I plow
To make the future better
To make the future last
Dancing to the music
Sometimes feeling sick
The crowd disperses
Dizzy, yelling curses
Raising my fist
Rage, feeling pist
Ending with exhaustion
Acceptance is my station
To make the future better
To make the future last
Must be worth the strain
To make the future better
To make the future last
The sadness and the tears
Pushing down the fears
To make the future better
To make the future last
Learning to be in the now
Shoulders heavy as I plow
To make the future better
To make the future last
Dancing to the music
Sometimes feeling sick
The crowd disperses
Dizzy, yelling curses
Raising my fist
Rage, feeling pist
Ending with exhaustion
Acceptance is my station
To make the future better
To make the future last
Saturday, April 28, 2012
As You Open the Door
As you open the door to me
I tentatively walk over the threshold
Into your house
Hoping that I will not have regrets
I have tasted your flesh
And seen a piece of your heart
Your body has mixed with mine
I hope I will not have regrets
For surely this is the answer
This is the man
That was waiting for me
That was calling for me
From when I was far away
Now that I am close
Now that I have walked through his door
I want to feel safe; I need to feel safe
Hoping that I will not have regrets
I have shared so much of my soul
I have given so much of my body
My bruised heart is beating anew
I hope I will not have regrets
For surely this is the answer
This is the man
That was waiting for me
That was calling for me
From when I was far away
I tentatively walk over the threshold
Into your house
Hoping that I will not have regrets
I have tasted your flesh
And seen a piece of your heart
Your body has mixed with mine
I hope I will not have regrets
For surely this is the answer
This is the man
That was waiting for me
That was calling for me
From when I was far away
Now that I am close
Now that I have walked through his door
I want to feel safe; I need to feel safe
Hoping that I will not have regrets
I have shared so much of my soul
I have given so much of my body
My bruised heart is beating anew
I hope I will not have regrets
For surely this is the answer
This is the man
That was waiting for me
That was calling for me
From when I was far away
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