Tag: writer

Better

If I was a better photographer
I’d be able to let my pictures
Stand up alone, and speak for themselves.

But instead I’m a slave to the
Dictionary. Always searching for the
Right words to string together.

Sometimes rambling when I should
Just be silent. Other times staying silent
When I should say something, anything,

That could fix it all.
Or at least make it better.

If I was a better writer,
I’d be able to write poems and stories,
That would mean something to someone,

Anyone, without a picture to hold their
Attention. But the camera never leaves my
Hand. And the picture sometimes comes first,

Before the words ever find their way
Out of my heart and onto the blank,
And often, intimidating, page-

As it waits for the one rhyme, or line,
That creates someone’s idea of the perfect

happy ending.

Someone Like Me

Someone like me—
deals with anxiety.
Caring too much for
what doesn’t matter.
And not enough for
what truly does.

Someone like me—
falls short over and over.
Never enough, never
brave, never perfect.
Failing, flailing,
hurting myself, and others.

Someone like me—
stutters and stumbles.
Struggling with the same
things, every single time.
Wondering if there will ever
be change. Or hope.

Someone like me—
is never understood by
those who surround me.
My thoughts, my dreams,
never match theirs,
dividing my heart in half.

Someone like me—
is unworthy, alone to
face the giants and fears.
Trembling, shaking, shattering,
instead of taking hold of the
stones in my hand.

Someone like me—
is hopeless, a lost cause.
Getting left behind in this life.
Deserving nothing but darkness,
shame, and guilt. The
results of my stupidity.

But Someone like Him—
Redefined my future, redefined
every lie I believe about
myself. With one display
of incomprehensible love—
His death on the cross.

Someone like Him,
has plans for me,
using my failures, my falls,
my anxiety— to create a
masterpiece I can’t see.
Or even start to understand.

Someone like Him,
loves even the most unlovable
pieces of my heart and soul.
Tearing down the walls,
the barrier of sin and hell,
so I can have a forever with Him.

Someone like Him,
With unending mercy and
relentless love, takes my
unworthiness, my guilt, my shame,
and all of the other lies I hold,
and breathes truth into my darkness—

Reaching me with unshakable kindness.
Holding me with unchanging patience.
Freeing me with unfailing grace.

And loving me, when no one should.

Place

Out of place?
Or right where she
Was always meant
To be?

Growing in a place,
In circumstances,
Against all odds.
With so few chances

To change,
Or blossom.

Stuck in the grasp
Of a pattern,
Of repeated mistakes,
Drowning in defeat.

Choked by the hold
Of her keeper,
With no freedom to
Move or breathe,

To live,
Or dream.

But He steps in,
With gentle fingers,
Lifting her up beyond
The grasp of uncertainty.

He heals the pain
And gives her peace,
A Love that never fails,
With infinite chances

To change,
And blossom.
To live,
And dream.

To be saved.
To be redeemed.
To believe.

Even when it seems
impossible, when her story
Seems too broken, too
Empty, too useless,

He makes a way,
Taking the broken pieces and
Turning them into something
Beautiful. Something hopeful.

Something meaningful.

Out of place?
Or right where she
Was always meant
To be?

In this place, in
This exact spot, situation-
Something, somewhere, only
He can use perfectly.

Believe

Your tears slide in silence,
Screaming for the words
Unsaid,
Streaming down a path
Unknown,
Struggling through what’s
Unseen.

You hide behind a mask,
Waiting for Someone to
See,
Hoping for Someone to
Search,
Longing for Someone to
Save—

To look through the
Unsaid, the unknown,
The unseen.
To love beyond what is
Seen, or what is found,
Or what is unworthy.

Please, believe me,
When I say,
There is a Love this sweet,
There is a Hope this pure,
There is a Salvation this free.

Nail pierced Hands,
A thorn cut Brow,
A Love that knows no bounds.

A Love that sees,
A Love that knows,
A Love that still loves,
Unconditionally.

You just need to,
Simply,
Believe.

Hummingbird

Oh sweet little
Hummingbird,
I can feel your heart
Beating so fast.

Please, slow down.
Take a breath.
Remember it’s okay
Not to rush.

It’s okay to just
Be still.
That’s the safer option,
The easier one.

Get your drink,
Let your wings settle,
Even if just for one
Moment, one beat.

Oh sweet little
Hummingbird,
I can feel your heart
Beating so fast.

You’ll be okay.
Just find a place,
A way,
To rest.

Mirror

Reflections-
Are lies,
Are real,
In the same breath,
At the same time.

Glass mirrors-
Show us
What is
Seen by the world,
When we can’t look.

Clear water
Holds still,
Stays cool,
Until the wind,
Until the rain.

Reflections
Show us-
Us.
But what we see
Is only half the story.

The other half is
In pieces.

What others see.
What’s inside.
And finally-

-the Truth.

Puzzle

Each day is a piece
Of the puzzle,
But also a puzzle
All on its own.

Some pieces are
Temporary,
Only there for a time,
Or a simple season.

Some pieces stick
Around, lasting
Longer than you
Ever thought they could.

Some pieces come
With proper closure.
Everything understood,
Nothing left unsaid.

Some pieces fade,
From the sun and rain,
From the weight of
Questions unasked.

Some pieces break,
Suddenly snapping off,
So it no longer fits.
Forever changing the picture.

Each day is a piece
Of the puzzle.
But also a puzzle
All on its own.

The full picture,
Impossible to see,
Until it’s all
Done.