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Abigail Card Aug 2017
I have begun to lose patience with love songs,
not because i am a cynic.

Because i don't want to be swept away.
Can't I be in love with you,
with my feet remaining firmly on the ground?

I don't want to be swept away.
I want to walk beside you,
until it is natural,
to reach for your hand.
Abigail Card Jul 2017
You gave me time to heal, but I did not
You sent Your love my way, but I dismay
You gave us all Your true love Son begot
He entered hearts and walked among the fray

They stole my cords and swallowed all my words
and reconciliation came in vain
Our love turned tail and flew away like birds
Our strife turned kiss to spit, turned boon to bane

But each and every prayer to You is love
and gentle leaves sing hymns to You in praise
His grace burns bright and pours on me from high
I grew through wind and underneath His gaze

The wind combs hair in calm and brief embrace
The wind, the waves, my hope and love encase
Abigail Card Jul 2017
a poet is someone who
pulls their pain
out from underneath their skin
and sings it
into ink

a poet is someone who
shares their pain
without
spreading it
Abigail Card Jul 2017
i would like to grow myself
a thick skin

but i am afraid
of what i might lose to the hardness.
Abigail Card Jul 2017
I don't hold on to those I love
  very tight.
sometimes they hold me close
  and I begin to choke.

I may love you
  but stay away
  for a time.

give me room
  to breathe
  to run
  to grow.
Abigail Card Jul 2017
i am young
the place of my birth is still my home
it holds my heart in a gentle way
wrapping up its wounds
i think it may always be my home
but I am told it will not
i thought I had grown up
but these walls are still warms for me
Abigail Card Jul 2017
until you place your keys
between your knuckles
until you square your shoulders
and stare straight ahead
unblinking
you will never know me
and there will be a river between us.
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