Friday, October 28, 2016


It's been a long time since I picked up my pen.
My sword.

It's been too long since I opened my heart.
To the world.

Because you know us sensitive types.
The way we bleed.

The way we see everyone's pain.
The whole world's need.

Sometimes I close my eyes.
Imagine a field of wild flowers.

And I spin my wild self in it.
Turn my face up and laugh for hours.

And in my mind He sees me.
Picks me a bouquet of blue.

He touches my cheek
And laughs loud too.

Then we sit together.
He and I in that field.

He points me to the cross.
And I yield.

I yield.

And so it comes again to this...


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