Category Archives: me

4/1/16

Clad in a chess-covered jacket,

Growing with ferns and moss on it
As I rub my hands,
Covered in chocolate cookies
And tears
Because of worry that I will turn
Into an icicle if they continue
To keep the freezing winds blowing.
But the black moths lead me
To a way that I can escape to,
Will someone burn the night away?
I seem to be afraid,
And the light burning the night
And leaving the stars to fall
Will help me see and wide awake.
A white shirt is bright as I wear it.
Coffee black and egg white,
Tired grey.
Tomorrow’s not yesterday –
Well, hopefully not, oui?
Tuck me in a frame of memories
If the day today is like yesterday,
So that I will not have to be
In a day that is the same.
Same old same,
I am tired of the same things,
Of bears growling at each other
Of the same things over again –
A paper shield will be covered
In my tears too
And my wooden sword
Will be worn from the same battles.
Will my Knight in Shining Armor
Be able to save me from the dragons
That have kidnapped me?
Will my Knight still love me
Even when the walls are still
Around me
Even though I try to tear them down
With my own hands?
Whisper me the answers,
Sir Owl;
Tickle my ears with your feathers
And peck into my stubborn head
The answers of
How to be wise
And not be like a donkey,
But me.
 . . .
A/N: Because He can leap over your walls, the walls that were never meant to be there. He can leap over your walls, He can walk through your walls, He can and will comfort you.
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Do You See Me?

“To love at all, is to be vulnerable.” – C.S. Lewis 

I don’t know why and how, but I want people to see my vulnerability. I’ve been trying to show people that I am vulnerable.

I want people to see the vulnerable side of me. I want people to see the worst and best in me, as scary as it is.

But as scary as it can be and as it is, I want to bare it all. I want to be honest.

I want to show people that I am strong in my weakness. I can be strong in my strong points, but I am strong in my weaknesses.

I just want to show my soul.

I just want to be vulnerable.

I just want them to see . . . me.

Do you see me? I am vulnerable.