Monday, August 29, 2011

A different lens,

a different perspective;
that is what we have- no matter how hard we try.

All words and actions are misdirected,
or so it seems, to the untrained eye.

We want to be us, we don't need perfection; such a goal would lead us to cry.

We're still friends, no matter intentions, and God... sometimes we still wonder why.

.saveusfromourselves.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

I said what I meant

and I meant what I said
and that is where the story ends.

Here we go, battle with self.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The more I conquer fear

the more unstoppable I feel.

"With great power comes great responsibility. "

I want to channel this with love.
GOD; harness this passion
into
out of
through
with
because of

l.o.v.e.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

I must

It's time to do life with perspective.

Things make more sense.

It's no more peachy,
but it's that more real.

Let's kick it, baby.

Monday, August 15, 2011

I feel


that I have become a burden.
I am a puzzle piece that no longer fits.
A black sheep in the mix of the static.
I'm forced to tip toe around silently;
and you won't hear me.
Your ears have closed.
Your eyes look away.
You shudder at a touch.
I am foreign to you.
You are foreign to me.
The disconnect is ugly; I fear it.
But I can only be me. And you're only being you.
This pain is growing me from the inside;
and who am I to accept the good from God
and not the bad?

And it's not my fault.
it's not my fault.
it's not my fault.

But it does nearly make me sick.

"Fully alive,

more than most, ready to smile
and love life."

You pulled through.
God watched over you.
God helped me quite a bit too,
during the time when nobody knew.

You're headed home for a couple of days
getting back on track might be quite the maze
I'm glad tough moments, for you, were a haze
I've got back my sister, to God: my praise.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

I can't go more than a few minutes

without thinking about you.
I am so worried, I am so afraid.

I am purely terrified.

I've seen the pain,
the laboring breaths,
the strength to put on a smile.
The stoic face put on when they run another test.
You're exhausted.
Your body does what little it can,
and the doctors do the rest.

I've been cut off from you.
No visitors. Sedation.
What I wouldn't give for a text.
To get a call and hear you speak.
To know you're going to be OK.

I want to be with you.
I want to be there for you.
I want to be holding your hand through every procedure and every moment you're given news.
I miss you and I need you.
I need you to get better.

Fight the good fight. You're such a champ. I love you so, so much.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Oh God.






















Show me what that means.
Guide me.
Direct me.
Love me.
Fill me with Your Spirit.
"Help me spread Your fragrance wherever I go."