The path that God has chosen for me
Is not the one I always take
Yet He is still there
Holding me in his care
Knowing how this child will stray

That's why I have to trust the Lord
With this my wandering heart
Never forget to pray
These times when I stray
And confusion runs through these veins

The Holy Spirit then lifts me up
Daily from the strain
When I am faithful to pray
He is faithful to save
As my troubles are miraculously lifted away

You don't have to be a tornado
To change the world wherever you go.

You don't have to be a thunderstorm
To be heard in this noisy world.  

You don't have to be a lightning bolt
To light the world and make it glow.  

Power doesn't have to be extreme,
And being gentle isn't being weak.
The Grand Canyon wasn't formed
By an explosion, but by a stream.

I am brittle, not broken.

I am fragile, yet stronger than any part of me that ever begged for mercy from the sweet darkness that inhabits my silent hours.

My diagnosis will not define me. It is but a drop in the oceans of love that swell and ebb behind my vacant stare.

My mind may be tainted, it will often descend into darkness but it ascends to the light with such glorious grace that I am grateful for the duality.

I sometimes hold on too tightly as I quake amongst dreams of letting go.  White knuckles and curled fingers cling to the void that becomes my existence as my dark companion enters without pause or invitation and dances through my day with numbing ease. 

Today I will refuse to follow.

She was just a girl,
Barely knew her name
Such light behind her eyes
That moment relieved my pain
Maybe that is why...

She was just a girl,
But her presence addicted
Combining fear and love
It was she who persisted

She was just a girl,
Alone now, so long since I fell
There will always be the moment
When her eyes cast that spell

She was just a girl,
And I, a willing victim
Still to this day
But, I love her for that
Sweet child of May