Eden Branch

Eden Branch Apr 2016

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Take me to a place
where the sun erupts over the ocean
and there is light from beyond the horizon.

We can find our own piece of heaven.
Where beauty is more than a single eye's vision,
and pain is more than my head's cruel decision.

I'm not running away but I need a fresh start,
to wake up everyday without this weight on my heart.

I want to see the sky shine bright,
to live with my heart open wide,
to believe that mistakes are just path stones
to a future I decide.

E.B.

Eden Branch Apr 2016

crocodile tears

I practice crying for a funeral
Who's guest of honor still lives and breathes
But my death is inevitable

I watch my face contort and twist
As tears fall from my face to the floor
The mirror's edges mist

I do not rehearse this for the drama or attention
I do it alone, behind closed doors
Because when I read the pain on my face
It seems so familiar and certain

I cry
Simply because I can't stop
So I conjure up a reasonable lie
To tell myself

My eyes are blurred and shining
My lips are swollen and pulled tight
My skin is red and blotched with all the colors of rushing blood

I finally look like the person
whose thoughts run through my mind all day
This is who I should be

I should be wrapped up and trembling every waking moment
Trying to drown in tears

E.B.
sometimes tears are easier to swallow than the truth

Eden Branch Mar 2016

I can't remember Heaven

I can close my eyes and dream about golden streets
Winged choirs of angels
Existing to love and praise
Seeing majesty outside the reach of imagination

Those same eyes open in the morning.
They are set upon a world containing dark, twisted minds
Controlling unthinkably vicious hands
Hordes of people, tormentors and saints alike

That glimpse returns me to the reality of earth.
Back to another day.
I hate that my expectation of forever is damaged by the world each morning.
The same world I'm being saved from.

That concept of glory isn't a memory.
I've never seen anything like it.
I can't remember Heaven.
It hasn't happened, yet.

E.B.

#christian-ish

Eden Branch Mar 2016

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Answers come in one type, of three
Yes, no, and frustrating maybes
But a question unasked, left to fester and grow
Will never be answered, a resolution unknown

E.B.

Eden Branch Mar 2016

I close my eyes

I close my eyes
I see a man at my door bowing his head
With heavy heart, he tells me "They're dead"
I open my eyes
He is gone, nothing remains
Except fear, a pillow drenched in tear stains

I close my eyes
I stand in the Sistine
Crying, sobbing- saying "You should be with me"
I open my eyes
So convinced I had lost you
Scared and alone, I don't know what I'd do

I close my eyes
Afraid of a nightmare
That vision of pain seems to reappear
I open my eyes
Before I can scream
How does this sense of dread come from a dream

I don't want to close my eyes...

E.B.
My dreams scare me sometimes

#loss #nightmares

Eden Branch Mar 2016

Where I Have Been

You would think, by how worn out the bottoms of my shoes are, that I've traveled the whole world, seen every inch of this planet.
But the truth is, no matter where my feet take me, the most adventurous, vast, inspiring places are either the stories from the lips of other people, or
the imaginings of my own bored mind.
The places I go to in my head could fill novels.
Some days the destinations are as detailed and exciting as something of Tolkien's caliber,
while on others, my mind works like something out of Dr. Seuss- full of tongue twisting imagery and nonsensical animations.

E.B.

Eden Branch Mar 2016

Just A Thought

I have emotions
I expect most people do
But they sometimes make me wonder
If what I'm feeling is the truth

What is known is not subjective
I find it easy to list facts
Keep only what is accurate
Let go of the abstract

Explore, inquest, and scrutinize
Everything I'm told
While always remembering
Integrity can be sold

Feelings are more fluid
Like sadness, fear and rage
Control comes with maturity
And perspective with age

A mood can change completely
In less time than a blink
Rage can settle, sadness cheer
And a fear faced can shrink

But then it begs the question
Where do these two things meet
How you feel and what you know
Must one always retreat

Do they live in harmony
Work together side by side
Or do they have control of me
While I sit back and enjoy the ride

E.B.