What You Can’t Be and What You Are

*Written last year to an unknown love

Dear Love

More than what you are,

You need to know what you cannot be.

For me, everything I am needing.

You cannot satisfy my deepest pleading.

If I try to find in you my soul’s satisfaction
It will crush us both and kill attraction.
But you are, 

You are delightful.

I look at you and

hear your voice and

my spirit soars beyond sight of land.

You remind me of Him.

And together we’ll fly towards the Sun,
and find our deepest joy in only One.

Focus our eyes as Heaven sings,

and trust the One who gives us wings. 


*Written some time ago, I don’t remember

Your words are careless.

My fragile parts, un-cherished.

You throw stones

to mend broken windows,

and criticize the shards.

It doesn’t make any sense.

My pieces won’t heal like this.


*Written over 5 years ago.

This may be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

To choose to love when love is denied.

To choose the pursuit when he won’t follow suit.

And I’d love to read your mind,

and take a glimpse into your heart.

What’s covered your eyes and made you blind?

How is it that your thoughts are so dark?

Your eyes are so cold.

What is this lie that has been sold?

Why are you so cold?


*A poem I started over 4 years ago. I’ll be posting more old poems this week to offer a peak into the past. 

I felt a switch in me that you couldn’t see.

I claimed a name I never knew how to be.

Pressure. Pressure. Pressure.

Embody this idea of femininity and appeal.

These ideas, these ideals, they steal.

A holy love defiled

upon which You once smiled.

I want to run wild

in the purity of grace.

The innocence of a child

with freedom to fall on my face.

This pressure was a cage

I walked into willingly

Thinking if I stayed,

Somehow you would love me.

You cut the noose.

Hallelujah, let me loose.

A caged bird nevermore I’ll be.

I’ll soar the skies forevermore. I’m free.