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Sia Harms Aug 25
The light on the sewing machine left on,
Designs laid out, patterns discarded—
My fingers were hesitant
To let the fabric run through the needle.
I recalled the time it plummeted,
Toward my small, pink nail, the silence
And piercing pain that followed.
It was only the tip of my finger.
What would it feel like with long, rusted
Nails, pushed through my wrists?
Would I scream?
Would my torn vocal chords
Deafen the revolting crowds?
Or would I hang there, as Jesus did,
My heart full of love for those who
Condemned me, outweighing the burden
Of scathing sin, flowing like smoke
From the masses and pressuring
My frame until it suffocated?
“Forgive them,
For they do not know what they do.”
Lord, I could never have done
what you did.
That is why I need You.
And I always will.
Aug 20 · 189
He wipes my Tears
Sia Harms Aug 20
The pages of my bible
Became water-stained,
Circles of heartache,
The tears Jesus wept,
Sinking into Truth.

The paper holds all
Of the blue emotion,
As if my Father
Were wiping my tears,
Overcome with love.
Sia Harms Aug 20
Rightness travels in a bus,
Holding a yellow pole,
Waiting for its stop.
The scenery speeds by,
My interiority bleeding open,
  yet never slowing,
      forever lost.
On the rail tracks of my God,
I blink, zoom out my gaze,
And see all of the souls,
Provided and beautiful,
Sitting patiently beside me—
A gift to grow in Spirit
Before I’m ready for the station
   impatiently awaited,
        sitting in dusk.
Aug 20 · 51
I'm Scared.
Sia Harms Aug 20
Distraction from truth—
I waited in bird calls,
Hoarding sensitivity.
Did I respond,
Or only become glass,
Fragile and hidden,
Afraid to step outside
For fear of breaking?
Aug 19 · 37
i See and i Imagine
Sia Harms Aug 19
Dresses pushing prams,
The evidence of life
And its rotation.
Girls showing their insecurity
On exposed skin,
Walking the path
Towards the world’s

Low-hanging validation.

Outside of the motion,
Eyes an X-ray to the soul,
I watched the hearts
On the left side of their bodies
Move up and down,
With every breath, every step,
And I thought aloud.
Where would my words go
If no one ever heard them?

Clouds coming in,
Soft and pink,
Like the curtains in a nursery
For a baby who never came.
Did she still hear the lies
In her head,
Even as an infant?

There was a part of me
That did not want to know.
There was another that
Imagined the mother,
Full of rocks at a shoreline,
Her body a mesh enclosure,
Weighed down as the waves
Of grief washed over her,
Again and again,
Until she was only the sand
People collected on vacations.

I’ve gotten carried away,
But I know, somewhere,
A girl looks at these clouds,
And sees her sorrow
Held in God’s hands of sunset,
Coddling the child in softness,
Before, through, and after the rain.
Sia Harms Aug 18
Lord, I am everything and nothing,
A part of the plane as it moves—
Do the tears come every time
We cut through a full cloud?
Am I raining on small towns,
Creating puddles for little girls
To play in? I can hear their laughs
Bounce off of the ceramic roofs,
Filling the raindrops with joy
Just before they land,
Decorating dark, trodden roads,
With the emotion society lacks,
The unfeeling asphalt
Collecting pockets of sorrow
And giggles, wondering why
It was not more common—

I only rain once a year.
Aug 18 · 46
crying before airports
Sia Harms Aug 18
Circles of grandma’s nails,
Round and round along my back--
“Cumbaya, my Lord,’
A melody on rewind.
The blinds flashed with lightning,
Shedding light on the quaint room,
Childhood in the textile details—
“I love you.”
My response quenched by salt,
The thoughts I was trying to shut off,
“I’ll see you soon.”
Wet pillowcase and itchy hair,
Forced breathing lifted to prayer—
All is well.
Slanted outlets, a bursting suitcase,
The smell of eucalyptus,
Crisp on a two dollar coin—
“Did you forget anything?”
Yes, only you.
A bundle of memories my mind
Decided to discard without consent,
Forever scrambling to grip
The dregs of what maybe was—
“I love you to the moon
and back”
I finally said, asleep in pieces,
A little girl, crying again.
Jul 29 · 67
Clyde
Sia Harms Jul 29
Beer-soaked sweatshirt,
A rainbow of paw prints—
A gentle heart
Opened to the sky,
Vulnerable and beating—
The floors awash in gray,
Unfeeling in the waiting.
The wheel intangible
In my hands as I drive,
Rushing home to retrieve
The shoes I forgot
In red-lighted emergency—
Two ambulances amplified
The night turned cold,
In something unexpected.
Jul 29 · 43
Childhood Fixations
Sia Harms Jul 29
Fixated on a house,
Never using the word ‘home’
For it was merely a word,
Attached to a meaningless box.

Vibrancy in childish hands,
Watercolour and crayons—
I surrounded the abodes
With flowers and rainbows,
hoping to make myself
feel more welcome.

Years painted over years,
Colors muted to ideals—
I grew through my will,
Finding darkness comfort.

‘Home’ continued to elude
Until I found union with God—
Inside a house,
But always at Home.
Jul 28 · 46
[un]balanced
Sia Harms Jul 28
“it’s part of being a creative.”
The highs and lows.
The brightness of the world
And the taste
Of it all.
The thoughts recede
As my hand passes through
The barrier to darkness,
Never fully in one,
unbalanced.
Jul 28 · 55
returning to War
Sia Harms Jul 28
Speedbumps on my skin,
Worries scrambling up a hill,
Encased in the backyard
Of who I was.
The nostalgia hit my heart,
Pleated its lips,
And begged me to stay.
I watched as the returned
Insecurity changed the color
Of the sky—
A dilapidated yellow,
A buzzing of anxiety,
A thought spiral instigated
by the Enemy.
Jul 28 · 34
He is More Real
Sia Harms Jul 28
Even as I feel tangible things,
Connection beyond imagined,
The reality of a life I do not deserve
Fades away, touching the horizon, only
A rosy haze of broken seashells,
Thoughts and blessings becoming one.
Deep reds and shadowed burgundies,
Faces of daises and laughs of green,
The colors coincide as the sky expands,
And I only feel my Father’s hand on me.
the barrier between me and my Father thins at the beach.
Jul 27 · 71
Blanket Igloo
Sia Harms Jul 27
Pushed in close under a shoulder,
Knobby knees pressed together,
Four intentionally designed souls
Enveloped by a warm blanket,
Blocking the ocean winds—
Uneven sand under tired feet,
Simple words and hushed voices,
All amounting to prayer and praise
For the center of our circle—
Our eternal Saviour.
Psalm 19
Sia Harms Jul 25
Waiting in the afterburn of a photo,
The summer sun seared into my eyes,
Feeling the blurry space of filled time.

Long-forgotten jokes tight in my chest,
A constant smile developing worry lines—
I watched the goldenhour subside.

Where would the memories go,
If I did not grab hold of them?

A soft pink veil filtered the internal upset,
A clock ratcheting in my headspace--
Limbs lengthened, faces matured,
And I was left wondering at what point
I started living in fear
Of watching the time go, adrift without
The guide of the lighthouse of childhood.
Jul 24 · 45
arRested
Sia Harms Jul 24
Father, You say I will find rest
If I am burdened and weary—
But what if my burdens
Are imagined?
I am surrounded by Your grace,
Held tight by glowing circumstances,
Yet I search for the strands
Of doubt, of anxiety, and
Torment myself with the thought
That if I rest, I will fail You.
Jul 16 · 52
Arms of Jesus
Sia Harms Jul 16
My back against a cold wall,
Thoughts running circles,
Finding the cocoon
Of golden, warm yellows,
A slowing of time
Within a hazy picture—
Breathing out in Your arms,
Eternally enveloped,
Watching the world
Waste away,
As I seek Your comfort.
Jul 16 · 93
unwanted sequel
Sia Harms Jul 16
I feel the wrongness
In realization--
Safe on a small ottoman,
Memories aching--
They are yet to be made.
I worry they never will be.
My heart stutters,
The first awakening,
Panic sets in as I return
To the film set of my mistakes--
The tape begins rolling.
Take one, take two,
How can you stop a polaroid
From forming
Once the flash has gone off?
I worry my lessons learned
Are not enough.
Hide my face, pretend not to
See him enter the room--
I know,
I cannot
hide my heart
from You.
Jul 8 · 69
Malaya
Sia Harms Jul 8
A vacancy of support,
Sweetness submerged,
A saving grace
In the tug of a door--
Melodies over currents,
An angel on her back,
Meeting her Lord.
In honor of Malaya Hammond.
She was truly a beautiful soul.
Sia Harms Jul 8
Trailing fingerprints,
Decopage boxes,
Dotting hillside cliffs.
Trees straining for clouds,
Legs dangling,
Mulling over questions.

Where was I
In the beginning?

An intentional design,
Sitting, legs crossed,
In the heavens.

The mountain slopes,
Leaning from the sea,
Rippling V formations,
Souls watching
The crippling depths,
Seeing only peace,
Imagining themselves
A set of wings.

I only remember—
Those who hope
In the Lord
Will soar on wings
Like eagles.
Isaiah 40:31.
Jul 8 · 67
Jesus Wept
Sia Harms Jul 8
Steeped in the floodgates of Heaven,
Droplets of joy, of forgotten memories,
Rain down, drenching, all-consuming—
Head tipped back, arms outstretched,
Surrounded by the crash of heartache.
Perfection mingling with humanity, tears
Beating pleas of grace and compassion
Into the stained minds on the sidewalk.
Jul 7 · 237
waiting in change
Sia Harms Jul 7
Sending out doves,
Hopes on a shelf,
Past momentos
Gathered in dust,
The state of myself,
Immobile in mess,
Watching windows
For every answer,
Sunken deep under
Paralyzed duress.
Jul 6 · 45
pick a card
Sia Harms Jul 6
A distorted identity card,
A deck of Queens and Kings,
Among whom we have made
ourselves the Joker.
Jun 23 · 47
up for air
Sia Harms Jun 23
I let the anxiety crash over me,
Like a barreling wave—
The whitewash dragging me under,
My body a helpless doll
FIlled with the question of “up.”
My eyes stung from the salt
And my hair lassoed my throat,
Until I had no choice
But to succomb to the ravaging
And hope that I would, someday,
   come up for air.
Jesus is my air. My hope.
Sia Harms Jun 21
The sharp corners of a door frame,
A body of hesitancy,
The tip of a shoe teetering,
Head caught in the claws of direction.
One wrong step,
And the corners curve,
Becoming an elegant arch,
A glance and a head tilt,
Wondering the source of fear preceding,
Blinded by internalization.
Clarity comes from recognizing
The extended hand
Beckoning from one side of decision.
Jun 16 · 70
we need only ask
Sia Harms Jun 16
Scared.
The word falls,
Reaching for reassurance,
Unable to leave,
Yet rolling off the tongue.

Help.
The word fumbles,
Unsure of its own meaning,
Desperate,
Begging to go back inside.

Jesus.
The love kneels,
Drawing close to weakness,
Healing strength
Living in us; we need only ask.
Jun 12 · 75
finally His Home.
Sia Harms Jun 12
My tears slid under the door
And unlocked its hinge,
Control shaking my fingers,
Finally worn out.

The compassionate *****
Of my Father’s shoulders
Lowered to my level,
Stilling the tremors.

Ramshackle debris of Me
Littered the space,
The results of my own failed,
Selfish attempts.

I handed it to Him, the mess
Of the Room I was afraid
He would devestate, feeling
Only deep relief.
Jun 12 · 75
Before Jesus
Sia Harms Jun 12
Before Jesus,
The years were a panel
Of greys,
A paint sample of dreary,
Passing by
With a lack of purpose.
Before Jesus,
My heart palpitated in Me,
Nothingness,
Caught on the fishing hook
Of anxiety
Cast by internal thoughts.
Before Jesus,
Strength was a weakness,
Vulnerability
Reeked of failing trajectory,
Stone-cold,
Unapproachable in self-pity.
Before Jesus,
I waited in secret darkness,
Only yearning
For the limitless grace of God,
Unknowing,
Tangled in lie after wordly lie.
Before Jesus,
I smiled blankly in polaroids,
Unrecognizable,
Fire dormant in my tired eyes,
A lost lamb,
Before the day of transformation,
Immortalized
In the love that will never change.

In Jesus,
Darkness gives way to light.
Jun 12 · 55
One Body
Sia Harms Jun 12
Together but separate—
A tide lapping the shoreline,
A bundle of strangers on a bus,
The screaming voices of a crowd,
Loved ones over a distance,
Brothers and Sisters in Christ,
One body,
Creation uniquely molded
For the roles
Modeled by the Trinity.
Jun 8 · 79
The Conductor
Sia Harms Jun 8
The transition of train tracks,
Another hitch in my breath
As the thoughts speed by—

The context blurs with color,
Fields of cattle and flowers,
I try to lower the blinds—

The black coal burns hotter,
Steam of fear filling my eyes,
My Savior boards my mind—

The pressure softens & slows,
Beauty righting itself outside,
Internally I am peaceful—

A quiet truth settles over the
Train car as the sun escapes
From its glaring pride—

He is a better conductor
Than I
Jun 7 · 59
dull.
Sia Harms Jun 7
A sodden dullness,
A damp rag over my eyes,
Sinking into my forehead.
It covered the aching
Boasting its reign over
My dilapidated mind.

A warm hand swept
Over my skin, checking
It’s rising temperature.
The back of a hand
Gentle on a burning head,
Replacing the towel
I had used to solve my
Own ignored problems—

Was it better to feel
Everything at once,
Or nothing at all?
The thoughts began to
Dwindle, dust in early
Light, until my mind
Was so numb to the
Pain, I couldn’t feel
My Savior’s love.

I blocked out the bad,
The unthinkable, and
Ceaselessly sealed
The cracks in my wall—
How did I wonder
Where all the good
Had gone,
If my mission was to
Let nothing in at all?
Jun 7 · 65
under a summertree
Sia Harms Jun 7
Back slouched over,
Legs in a V,
Eyes blurring grass
Into a murky green.
Feeling *****
And used,
Sitting in the season
I was too worn out
To enjoy.
Jun 7 · 174
Oiling Faith
Sia Harms Jun 7
It hurts my mind
To slow.
My legs creak
And whine
As I move to sit.
Broiled pain
Lidded by activity—
I could smile
And smile, only my
Need calls
And sits me down
With gentle
Hands: Love, stop
And pray.
May 27 · 1.0k
more like You
Sia Harms May 27
A whisper in the leaves,
A plea on lips
Caught in a transitory
Moment.
“Make me more like You.”
Lord, make me Love.
Make me Joy, Peace.
Make me Compassion
And Grace.
All that You are—
All You made me to be,
Make me.
Take the string
Of my heart and 

Align it with Yours,
Until it only appears
As One.
May 27 · 77
Narrow Road
Sia Harms May 27
Questions alcoved in the long,
Curved necks of lamp posts—
A God who reaches His light
Toward the murky darkness.
Souls slouched in posture on
The side of the road, unseeing,
Focused inward, cradling the
Night close until their eyes
Stop percieving the daylight.
There must be rows and rows
Of them, all lined up on the curb,
Hugging their knees close, blind
To the shoulders inches from
Their aching hearts—
Children of the world, chastising
Their lack of knowledge, their
Inability to move—
The narrow road moves on,
A river of hope outlined by a
Figure of patience, watching as
The bodies of cars buckle and
Deflate on the wide avenue,
Drivers unfolding from the smoking
Holds to the row of people who 

Relied on the promise of themselves.
May 22 · 195
walking on water
Sia Harms May 22
I let the pool widen at my feet,
The vanity of myself leaking
From my body, gathering at
My ankles, forming an ocean.

One day, as I no longer relied
On my own strength, I saw
I was walking on the water
Of Grace.
May 22 · 100
Worship
Sia Harms May 22
Rended heartstrings
on a beat-up guitar,
A voice trying to
reach heaven—

The borders between
souls merge, only
Family in the air of
the Spirit—
May 21 · 81
right by Him
Sia Harms May 21
The robe was borrowed,
Stitched to my skin—
I tried to rip it away,
And wear one of my
Own choosing—
Only the thread was
Made of love, giving
Me pain to ultimately
Save me from the folly
Of wearing my own
Righteousness—
May 20 · 223
out of glue
Sia Harms May 20
An arm's length
Of distance--
A question on
Hesistant lips.
A shake of a head,
An answer tinted
With resignation--

Because he is a fragile soul
Formed of glass and passion—
The pieces lay on their sides
—already broken.
May 14 · 71
the walk back
Sia Harms May 14
A cold wind in tired eyes,
Tears that spoke
Into the quiet dark--
A conversation
Of the pain I refused
To share,
Finding its place below
Dormant window sills--
Steeped in tea,
Sludgy beneath the stars--
A walk home
To a place that was really
Only a house.
May 14 · 180
In prayer
Sia Harms May 14
It was drenched in the weight
Of water from free-flowing rivers,
Cut from the beams of an old,
Soulful church, pulling me away
From the temporary things that
Surrounded, and into the presence
Of my benevolent Father.
Let the world fall away
in prayer.
May 13 · 60
Forever Fulfilled
Sia Harms May 13
Hunkered down in my heart
Sat a man of love letters,
His flesh tearstained paper,
Scrawled with the pleas
Of His love I so frequently
Ignored, breathing quiet,
Patient as He prayed with
Eyes closed, setting the
Example for the soul who
Would one day sit beside
Him, sharing my heart even
As He remained First, forever
My source of Security,
Peace, and Joy.
May 13 · 60
Faithful Shoreline
Sia Harms May 13
Milestones of burned feet
Over scorching sand—
The tan lines of my beliefs
Left by the bathing suit
Of the worlds’ lies—
I rushed towards the ocean,
The cool, crushing weight
Of the love that ground
The rocks of falsity
To a meaningless shore.
How beautiful it is
That the waves still brush
Over them, faithful,
Forever trying to redeem
And reclaim all that had
To be ground to humbleness.
May 12 · 61
we are Notepads
Sia Harms May 12
Pale yellow pages,
Torn at the sides,
The words thoughtful
As they fill up the
Ordained space—
His hand is smooth,
Full of love, using
Us as writing pads
To spread His grace.
We are flyers of the
Words He lays on our
Hearts, flitting in the
Wind, until He decides
We’re all out of pages—
Beauty returning to
Its likeness again.
May 12 · 67
false teachings
Sia Harms May 12
As I laid down to rest,
My glasses dug
Painfully into my head,
A constant reminder
That I must get up,
Pull myself
From the condition
Of words drummed
Into my skull—
All that is shameful,
Stillness, breath,
‘Stand up and move—

Tire your soul,’
until you realize
there is nothing left
May 11 · 127
Gracefully Broken
Sia Harms May 11
A passage of unseen looks,
A stolen question, sequestered
By worries—
Can I see you
For a moment?
Words laid at a doorstep,
Fingers quietly wound together,
A hand holding a head--
Don’t speak,
You don’t have to.
God knows your heart better
Than I ever could.
Bring it to Him,
Fall apart,
Feel the Spirit catch you—
It is not my arms,
But the love of Christ
Supporting you through me,
Gracefully broken.
May 11 · 65
Flowers of Belief
Sia Harms May 11
A wall of empty polaroids,
Picture frames of memories
That only existed in my head—
I waded in my worries, bathing
In the darkness of my knuckles

As they held tight to the control
Around my life’s throat—
At the bottom of growth, nowhere
To go but upward, toward the
Light of glistening things, of His
Glory working to shine through
The drapes I closed to stew in

My pain—before I was Saved.

One heart tied to mine, slowly
Loosening as the strings of Jesus
Grew stronger, brighter, fastened
Around a sapling He was dredging
From the soil—when did I outgrow
The other flowers of belief that
Surrounded? To one soul, I was
Unrecognizable, and to others, I
Was only catching up, floundering,
Until I realized He was the Center.
May 10 · 86
grateful disbelief
Sia Harms May 10
Sin upon skin—
Rosy & blameless—
holes in delicate wrists

Nailed down wood--
A final plea, an outcry
of love in opposition—

On your knees—
Disbelief, a question
Of Who would
Do this
for me?
May 10 · 74
Thomas St.
Sia Harms May 10
The hours began to pass
Like strawberry jam
On sourdough toast
In the morning.

Silk-thin pages flapping
In the gentle wind,

Birds of God’s creation
Squawking above.

The sun seeped through
The clouds like honey,
Droplets of joy, of

God’s presence.

Breathe in, breathe out,
The revival of the soul,
Hours gained as I
Rest in my Lord.
May 6 · 86
Towards Him
Sia Harms May 6
The sharp corners of stairs,
A valley of ups and downs,
Housing a river of tears—
My struggles swelled at my
Ankles, slowly trying to rise.
If I did not climb forward,
Upward, towards my Father,
I would be drowned by this
World, caught in the Death
He had defeated on an old,
Waterlogged cross for the
Redemption of our souls.
May 5 · 272
Iron on Iron
Sia Harms May 5
Iron on Iron—
Sparks of God’s glory
Flying from the interaction.
Seeds of growth
Burning holes in the curtains
Of the sins we justify.
Light on light,
Illuminating a dormant candle
To the glow of Jesus.
Iron on Iron,
Sharpening one another's
Swords of faith.
Sharpen one another in love and faith.
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