somehow I missed it
how it was written between the way
your lips curved around my name
and those small touches barely there
three simple words, too great to say
I love you
somehow I missed it
how it was always there
when you asked how my day was
and believed in me when I didn't
three simple words, too great to say
I love you
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
I am still afraid
to look you in the eyes
I know it has been months
and I tell myself, I tell everyone
the hurt in my heart is fading
the scars on my heart are only skin deep
but I am still afraid
to look you in the eyes
and remove the walls I built up
because I know you will see
the hurt lingering in my eyes
the pain I try to hide behind my smile
and I am still afraid
to look you in the eyes
because I might find out
that you don't care anymore
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
it's the end of the year
when I ask if you would change anything
of what you have gone through
and you laugh with a little shake of your shoulder
saying that you learn your greatest lessons
when you hike through the muddy waters
and you know how to breathe
only when you realize no fear can hold you back
that you still remain alive
after your heart has been torn apart
broken piece by piece at a time
by those who you loved
that you learn your worth
only when you ask people to stay
and watch who walk away
knowing that you now have to give up on them
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
Some mornings you wake up
the ground beneath you shaking
and you are afraid,
to face the day standing,
to carry the weight of sorrow once more.
Some mornings you wake up
the world around you crumbling
and you are afraid,
to face the people who hurt you,
to brave a new hope when all has been broken.
Some mornings you wake up
the world a deep, thick fog
and you are afraid,
to face your fears yet again,
to try to break free of the chains you can't see.
And yet
these are only some of the mornings,
washed over with gray
and sometimes, with grief or shame.
Not all mornings are like these.
Some mornings you wake up
the light breaking through the darkness,
and there is no fear,
for chains cannot hold you down
and hope can never be conquered.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
in the silence of a fire burning bright
the missing beat of a heart
how frost can take over a world so alive
and all that is can fall apart
like summer rain pouring over bittersweet love
streaming down a soul these tears roam
and there was never a question
whether the fall would take home
but what I was waiting for
was the winter of my heart
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 4:50 AM UTC
Through the summer breeze
and the warmth of the sun blazing gold,
the shining creation would come to life.
Through the leaves changing colors
and the crispness of the autumn mornings,
the world would slowly quiet down.
Through the cold air turning fingers numb
and snow falling like an endless cloud,
the old things would come to an end.
Through the broken ground defrosting
and soft beacons of light coming through,
the new life would take hold of hearts.
I watched the seasons change,
I watched the seasons remain.
I grasped the wonder of God's grace:
never alone though never the same.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
In the silence of Your grace,
in the stillness of Your presence
and Your loudly beating heart,
I sometimes forget.
How the lost find their way
and the wounded get healed.
How the brokenhearted are mended
and the broken are made whole.
It is only by Your scarred hands,
in the small whispers of mercy and grace
and encompassed in the gentlest love
that we find our own beating hearts.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
This is what surviving looks like
falling apart
yet holding together
crumbling down
yet standing tall
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC
Today, tell your soul: His grace is sufficient.
In my weariness, His grace is sufficient.
In my brokenness, His grace is sufficient.
In my failures and fears, His grace is sufficient.
In my storms, His grace is sufficient.
In my illness, His grace is sufficient.
In my loneliness, His grace is sufficient.
In my hopelessness, His grace is sufficient.
In my weakness, His grace is sufficient.
In my hurt, His grace is sufficient.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
Sometimes the bravest thing is to show up
and you, my darling,
have been so brave
showing up and saying that you believe
there will be better tomorrows ahead.
Sometimes the bravest thing is to fall apart
and you, my darling,
have been so brave
crying through the nights alone
yet fighting your fears every day.
Sometimes the bravest thing is to open your heart
and you, my darling,
have been so brave
smiling through your tears and hurt
still trusting in the One who made you.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC