I finally find love where it always should have been, for myself, within myself, and all it took was for my heart to break and bend.
It bent to a place I would think is beyond repair, yet here I am lined with gold, overcoming all I’ve had to bare.
So I find this love, one that alluded me for so long, I make it mine, I let it make me strong.
I let this love blossom and bloom, within me is a new heart, one with space for me, one that has room.
I have room for others but I finally first and foremost accommodated myself, and in this I find a peace like nothing else.
Month: August 2023
Inspiration Strikes
This world is no longer meant for people who write, there’s no time to put pen to page when inspiration strikes.
Inspiration doesn’t take priority, it isn’t even on the list, we are busier then we’ve ever been, and there’s so much that we’ve missed.
So many words gone that could have brought beauty to all those who would read, but we had to go to work had to kill that seed.
So many seeds that will never grow because inspiration strikes like lightning, yet we run from it, we stay busy, and to me that’s frightening.
Why don’t we pay more heed to the beating of our heart, the expression of our soul, or a new days start.
Because each day is new and there are new words to share, yet instead we stay busy and forget to ever care.
We forget to care about beauty, love, and life, we go through the motions and push through our strife.
But today I stop, I give time to my words, they are precious and meaningful; they are meant to be heard.
So I take time today, I carve it out with a knife, my words will bleed out onto this page to prove that I’m alive.
Within the Waters
It’s all gone I’ve seen the last drop, the inspiration that flowed like a river has dried up and so it must come to a stop.
I write no more, at least not with you in mind yet still you helped forge me, I’ve been refined.
I am new, my heart is free, and so I write in regards to me.
I’ve taken a step forward into my own life, away from the need for someone else I can be my own light.
Yet still my strength comes from more than just me, I let God sustain me, so I move with the sea.
The river dried up but the sea is boundless I am within it so my opportunities are countless.
So I count it all up, everything I’ve gained, new life, new inspiration, new me, but with all the best old pieces still retained.
So I move with the sea I make it my own, I follow this path, and become comfortable with the idea of taking it on alone.
I didn’t need the river but I’m thankful for the path it made; I followed it to the ocean and it helped me out my grave.
So thanks to the river but I bid it Farewell, with the crashing of the waves, how will I be diffrent, only time can tell.
Heavy Hearted
How can I be comfortable carrying the weight of this heart of mine, how do I carry it each day, how do I face time.
Time adds weight because my heart only grows, so much to give with nowhere for it to go.
Yet there are places for my heart to give, people to reach, a new way to live.
To fulfill myself is to live my life through love, I will give myself with every life I touch.
Myself is enough so I give it freely, self sacrifice is my gift so I’ll give it daily.
Love is beautiful because of everywhere it can apply, it does not require romance and it fights through all lies.
The lies of this world are easy to breach if you’re comfortable with a heavy heart, and you’re willing to seek.
A heavy heart is not a curse, for its weight has meaning, and through that weight you find your being.
My heart tells its story, the story of its weight, it is heavy, but it is strong, that is its fate.
Affixed Vision
Don’t need somebody to save me because I have already been saved, in looking inwards I’ve escaped the grave.
I am known by God and have the will to do what I must, I keep moving forward, my faith based in trust.
I trust that these times I face are only for this moment, I am strengthened by the pressing, strengthened by my atonement.
I atone for my past, for the times I was bitter, for the times I turned my back, for the times I’ve been a sinner.
For by God’s love I was born in sin, but by that love I am born again and again.
I have been made new for the thousandth time, there are no demons in my way that my God and I cannot slay.
I find power in myself that comes from Him, these years of pain were worth it for He is and has always been.
I am already saved, and still am saved more with each day, my God has proven good, so in His presence I will stay.
Pens and Pain
It’s going to hurt a little, but that just means that what you feel is real, so ready yourself, become sturdy like steel.
The words that will come will be tied with a little pain, but there’s a reason they’re coming out, a reason they shouldn’t just stay in your brain.
You bleed with your words, you cry, you shout, this just means you’re alive, so try to stand stout.
Words can heal, and change perspective, they will always be worth writing even if they don’t achieve your intended objective.
Words hold power of life and death, so use them to love and don’t worry about the rest.
The pen uses blood more than it uses ink, so keep yourself healthy, and don’t be afraid to think.
So think with your heart and feel with your mind, if that doesn’t make sense then just give it time.
There is so much beauty in this life and it’s all worth expressing, even if it hurts, because those are life’s most beautiful and imactful lessons.
The World by Her Light
I just love to watch as she meets with the world, head on, head strong, filling each life with song.
She is a force of joy, a beautiful soul, she needn’t be told, she knows her roll.
She looks for the pieces she knows she must find, not afraid to move forward, she won’t look behind.
She is more fearless then I’m sure she knows, she takes on life and in doing so she glows.
She glows like a beaming light, she fills every room she enters, and it’s really quite the sight.
By her light people are healed and feel loved, I saw God use her, a sign from above.
And yet though she serves God’s purpose I was just a step along her path, just a stop, just the surface.
Because her life will go so much further than here, I see this future for her, and so I hold that image dear.
I am thankful to have been a stop along her path, for she is a moving beacon of light, and I will not be the last.
I know she will help others and bring more joy into this place, she may leave her mark on you, she may leave a trace.
Be thankful for even that… for that trace that she leaves, you can carry that piece with you, and it can help you to believe.
The Fires We Carry
A faint flickering flame that refuses to fade away, there is reason for it to burn, and so it will stay.
It burns because it matters not because it seeks to burn bright, instead it accepts itself as this…just a faint light.
Yet this light is enough, there is reason for it to be, because for one to have a light does not rest on reciprocity.
This flame it blazed and grew, but there is always a time to let a flame burn true.
A flame burns truest when you let it find its own pace, it was not meant to burn brightly, yet it still leaves a trace.
I carry the flame with me, I wouldn’t dare put it out, for the fire is somehow a reminder of what rain can do in a drought.
Duplicity, warmth, light, and something that only gives, this fire will burn on with me so long as I live.
Restoration in the Quiet
I know that words do not have the power that I wish they did, there is so much more, and in that life’s mysteries are hid.
I wish with just my words I could change what people see and feel, but that is not true life…that is not what’s real.
Because words often aren’t enough, I’ll act, I’ll pray, I’ll try to give out love.
For love is not only expressed in words, it’s the actions, the attitudes, the heart that is stirred.
Now my heart has been stirred, and words were once again not sufficient, but in myself I still find a passion that is relentless.
I have purpose and my words still hold power, they come from a greater source, and so they are worth a painful hour.
For when words are not enough my Lord still makes me whole, words were not enough, yet still He restores my soul.
An Ending Well Met
Restoration and growth, I found in myself the ability to let go.
I said what I needed to and in that I found my peace, I escaped great loss and know now what it’s like to be free.
I’ve seen you for who you are and am able to let this pass I wish nothing but the best for you, and I know that feeling will last.
My soul restored, my ability to write still around, I accept in this moment a peaceful and comforting sound.
The sound of my inner voice resounds in my mind, I am enough, so to myself I will be kind.
I have found this peace through you and through God, one with myself accepting these feelings though they may be odd.
I am me and you are you, through simple clear communication I have come to know truth.
The fruit of my efforts did not grow what I had sought, but I still feel closure and that is saying allot.
An end to a beginning that was fruitful and great I accept this today, I accept our seperate fates.
If only I had met you at a diffrent time, yet maybe this was how we were meant to meet and that can be sublime.
Sublime, the perfect word to express the end… though of course In such a word I would always welcome something to start again.
Tales of Dylan 