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Guide me now my gentle Father,
Hold me in Your clasping wings.
Please fastly keep me,
Hidden deeply,
Deep beneath Your folding wings.
Hold On Be Strong! 💪
These those dying on the
Bedstead!
Stand
to your feet no defeat. Never let anyone tell you harbour no disease. For the secret of a mighty wealth is a sanely
health.
I’m honest and genuine when I declare my love for my King.
I love you more than I have ever loved another, you make my soul sing.
This love hit different, deeper, a real soul connection type of thing.
I am scared, you hold my hand.
I have anxiety, you soothe my fears.
I feel overwhelmed, you offer me solutions.
I am sad, you make me laugh.
I need to talk, you always listen.
I write with the gentleness I want through others support,
I write with the reassurance I want when I feel I fall short.
Poetry can listen in ways people cannot,
It is a written way to organize a thought.
I hope you realize how much you mean to me,
regardless of where a relationship between us stands.
I hope you know that you make my day.
Even when I fell like the world around me is falling apart,
Atlas, no wonder
You've had so many surgeries -
You carry too much weight on your back
You worry that, under all of the pressure,
You're cracking
That your physique wore away with time
When I feel the life fall from my eyes,
down towards the ground,
falling through the dips and valleys of my cheeks,
when I feel as though my knees are drawn to the earth,
rough patches on skin, bumps around eyes, discoloration
they look like little countries
little cities live in my little countries,
with little buildings and little homes
As I enter this day,
what most do I crave?
Unlimited, love-genuine intimacy
with someone who never leaves
Embraced daily close to a heart that's
What happens when a window becomes bare?
Deprived of lonely security-
Which normally was aided by dull, pitiful curtains,
Will it survive the prodding of light infiltration?
Fantasy
Surreal, Whimsical
Frollicing, Flying, Dreaming
Fun all day and all play, No fun and all work
My home is a feeling, not a place
The feeling I get when I see the face
of my dear and trusted family
The one's with no blood shared
yet bonds we see.
O how I yean and yearn for ye
All of our dreams have been the same- to spread our wings and take flight with the hot sun beating down and strong winds blowing.
The key falls into my hand.
The door opens.
Piercing noises around me
Subside.
I have to hide, before they take me back.
I run
Into a never ending hall of doors
Leading to infinite worlds.
cold, crisp air
the night sky, a navy bluefabric
specled with tiny dimonds streatching across the horizon
your chest firm and warm
on my chapped cheek chat presses against it
Her doleful eyes pierced his silhouetteThe mind, pushing back his tearsleft his heart unguardedAs lies escaped his breathso did their security
Based off of “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings” by Maya Angelou
The Day roars sunlight at the first break of morning
and sheds out his mane till only his sun commands
and pounces happily in his playful freedom.
If I had an angel,
it would be you.
You fly to me
when I need your rescue.
The sky was brightly blue
and on your wings you flew.
I’m not very sure how you knew
Home? What is Home?
Home is where the full heart bursts
With love and laughter
In joy immersed.
Home is where the spirit feels
Safe, secure, revived,
And healed.
I watched the flames lick the ivory walls,
Of my house,
Of my home.
Now I trod on sodden ground,
Like a sponge under my feet.
I pick up the pieces,
Charred memories.
A single tear leaks from my soul.
How many times a broken heart
Have to break before it stops to start?
How long when tears are cried and fears
Assigned will they continue to grind our minds
We hold to fear 'cause it makes sense
