Clad in a chess-covered jacket,
Dullness starts to settle in,
Snow falls in great white blossoms to the sea,
budding slowly as they fall and disappear,
but they turn into stars –
shining in the daytime, as well in the night,
drenched in sunlight, becoming sunlight
in a strange green darkness of sea;
and I lay on an ocean of stars,
on beds of breathing waves,
looking up to something more and beautiful
and seeing paths of gold in the sky,
leading to home, leading to heaven
as the sun sets and dies.
A flower is stirred and a star is troubled,
and useless rage is tempered by patience,
by a great ring of pure and endless light
that blinds the darkness in my heart
and kills inside of me
what needs to be dead, what needs to die.
Eyes are closed and fingers brush the sky,
and a broken heart heals –
hope like an open, eternal flower.
A/N: The name of the poem maybe a bit terrible. I am sorry if it is. If you have suggestions for the name, please feel free to share if you wish to share. I hope you enjoy it.
A storm of color
suddenly bursts inside,
and I welcome the cold tears
that cut my face
as what falls is wrapped in hope –
and the door clings to the hinges
that the wind broke open
with its force,
barely holding on
like a paper girl hangs onto her string.
The baggage needs to leave,
am I the baggage?
All I am trying to do, as best as I can,
is to trust in you, God,
and go along with the flow
because it seems like the pattern
has gone back to normal
even though the storm came
and had soaked all the papers.
I remember sleeping in the car,
not knowing how much time has passed.
The cold was still itself,
but I couldn’t go back inside,
All I could do was clutch the Bible that I had
and hold onto to you,
and that was all that mattered:
You, my God –
the Perfect Protector.
Sitting in the mud, my friend,
and reaching for the stars,
the sky –
and disorder comes to order,
peace comes to chaos,
the storm comes to an end.
It doesn’t matter
that weapons stab
at my heart,
and the feeling of being incomplete and hurt
was just familiar
a few moments ago.
Because I am complete –
though, fallen, I have learned to fly,
and star-dust envelopes me now
as I go to you, my God –
the only whom I can go to
and trust when the anger and hurt
are familiar as these broken hands.
A/N: I am sorry that I have not posted in a very long time. A lot happened, haha, sigh; but I am not trying to and do not want to use that as an excuse. I apologize for not posting in a long time.
“Someday soon I’ll see that life is truly worth it. I’m just in the process of seeing and finding the meaning of true life.”