Words

Words Stack

To build a house of shame
Meant to make my wildness tame
To extinguish my firey flame
By passing me the grievous blame.

Can’t anyone see my pain?

Words Attack

While building doubt, it destroys me
Pounding me down—a definite guarantee
I try to obey and not disagree
I wish with all my might there was a referee.

Does anyone see me?

Words Track

Traversing my heart for relentless control
Leaving a trail of woeful holes
Until the path to “real me” has been stole
Obscuring unkept footpaths to those who would console.

Why can’t I see me?

Words Lack

The power that formerly and voraciously devoured
No longer stinging but stirring up the soul starved
Refusing to be swallowed and consumed
But building momentum to not be defined or deprived.

How had the “me” become so disguised?

Words Crack

Opening the crumbling this husk of a shell
Brushing away the grime to bid evil farewell
Welcoming the space where life and light dwell
Urging the awakening soul to pulse and propel.

Was I here all along?

Words Extract

Exposing loving truths or hurtful facades
Assuring only good can come from God
Revealing the source to accept or disregard
Imploring “me” to choose God to be my guard.

God sees me!