Thank You, GodThank you for all that you give me,
This Life – my breath,
My eyes – which see such beauty
My heart – given into every blessing.
Friends of TruthWings – feathered and iridescent,
All the first beings
born to this world
They are my friends
They are ‘Truth’
You, every single one of ‘You’ –
You are a shadow
A vain wisp of a spring breeze
Here one moment
Gone the next.
Broken Trust - Doors into the FutureChildren of mine, friend of yore, and you, bloodline –
Not ever will I forgive you,
Never again shall the love in my heart
Shine through my eyes at you –
Only mistrust glows there now.
Foreigner, bare acquaintance, strangers all,
You I shall love – All Unknown – in you will I believe,
Your kindness and supportive gestures,
I’ll deem them as honest deeds
For you know me not at all.
And they, those of my yesteryear,
Those who knew me well,and were bent on slaying me,
Betrayal for their own sense of self-worth,
To prove to others “how true” they were…
But now the truth is clear –
No one will hide again,
And you who try,let this be fair warning,
Truth always fetters out the lies,
As cream to the top of fresh
My Own Best CheerleaderDo you imagine this is the first time I have been left to my own devices –
Set to the desert: my inner-compass, the stars and my God as my only navigation.
You there, among the throng of once-friend-and-family inciting dissent,
Call my inner voice the Devil, claim me evil
But I know the sound of his scratching hand,
Like your voices as the lies rub together like sandpaper through your lips.
With certainty, and from much practice, I have made my way through the darkness
When no one else could see the light
Draw nearer, for my light is soft;- of Heaven:
Do not be fooled by wayward fire that will mislead you
Though I know not the length of the journey,
I am most certain of the destination.
Missing PiecesI miss the part of me
that touches souls and changes lives –
The ability to speak to nearly any human,
under any circumstances
from the core of my heart and soul.
Every word is now guarded, each emotion calculated
I feel caged by a need for a sense of security
Barred from the ugly masses –
Those of whom I have sworn
never to become
But here I am, weighing words and building armor
watching the walls go up in haste
Wishing my fortifications would turn to dust and blow away
and my enemies to grow a conscience:
walking away with more heart than they met me with
Oh Humility – Be my boon companion
Love and child-like awe, keep me aware of what is truly important
Great Spirit of Life, let me grow
unencumbered in your vast garden
And when my season has ended, let me wither and fade
Becoming ashes of the past, fodder for the future
Let me not linger in vain.
Life SupportWe all need varying forms of support;
love, encouragement, partnership,
and on occasion, general aide
Without a firm foundation
we are rotting seeds that take no root
Success is not one person’s achievement
Rather it requires many souls
for any human to actualize great (or terrible) feats
Whether it is friends, parents, a mentor, strangers, or all of the above –
Nothing comes to fruition without a myriad of companions to assist us.