it used to be a landscape
where our souls would intertwine
but you left me, four whole months ago
and now both sides are mine

I don’t write for justice,
Or to say what’s right and wrong.
I write to escape the greyness,
That I feel in my world.

I write about my feelings,
About the depths of my mind.
I write to make you see,
What I feel, for you to understand.

I write to escape, to see skies,
Blue as a river on a summers day.
I write to see dragons and pixies,
The big bad wolf hunt his prey.

I want to see the high elves,
The dwarves of misty tops.
To see wizards and witches,
Fight for what’s good in the world.

Maybe you don’t see it,
But that’s what I do.
Write crazy stories, poems,
And complaints about personal issues.

We have a promise that we are held
In the arms of our Savior, our hope
For eternity in the arms of Jesus
God is our Savior, our redeemer
Our help and our comfort rejoicing
Praising the one God who cares for me
Great is the glory and awesome His power
While ruling in justice over this world
Praise is the song that I offer to God
To praise Him forever for all He has done

By:  Leona Chspuy