forgiven
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Dear Celiac Disease,
I forgive you.
The pain you cause,
The battles you create,
The casualties that occur.
All Forgiven
It had been 90 days. She’d finally learned to leave it alone. It had gone from her mind, she’d resisted the images she let consume her, and the strange sensations she knew would hurt her.
Hope Kept Afloat
Through the streams of love
we embark on new measures of existence
To embrace the day wandering helpless as if nomadic
decayed fragments take a back seat
"Where have all the warriors gone?
So loyal
So true
So bold
Where have all the fighters gone?
So tired
So deep
So cold
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Their stories
To be set freefrom this guilt,
I couldn't helpbut cry for you
Every day and nightfor I couldn't save you
From the clutches of Death.I only want that to be rewinded
I used to be a fan of bliss
Used to be a daily habit smoking on that cannibus
I used to be a fan of it
I blew it so heavly I used to just fan the piff
Mary Jane and I used to fly, I was her man to kiss
Out of Grace
God it’s been so long,
I don’t know if you’re still there.
God, I fell so hard,
How could you still care?
I can't see a world with out you ,
But then again I can't see
I'm blinded by your love, my insecurities.
So as I type what I did last night don't judge me
Don't judge me because everyone sin and nobody’s perfect
Talking about sin... that's what i committed
I met a guy on Janurary 21, 2011.
Now he wasn't just any guy!
He didn't use me
or break my heart.
In fact He found me,
during the hardest time of my life.
He didn't care how broken I was,
I love him,
He loves me,
But how could I be so dumb?
Why can't I see?
This is wrong,
But it feels so right,
To be in his arms
And to hold me tight.
I am not who you say I am.
I am who, I am, says I am.
You say you know me, but in reality you don’t even know yourself.
So wrapped up in that bottle, you forgot to ask for Jesus help.
My daughter,
I created you perfectly the way you are
Why are you trying to change that?
I made you blonde,
Not brunette,
I gave you blue eyes,
Not green
Watching the sunset
And I began to feel empty, ...
tortured and drained and even a bit of envy.
Tears well in my eyes
And I can no longer control
these emotions that have been put on hold.
