I feel lyrically inclined
To write about my sorrows
But writing is much more
Than tears on pages
And scars on souls
It’s light
And joy
And love
And pain
And a way to breathe
When speaking takes too much air
Pain and sorrow
Are pieces,
But sometimes I like them too much
It feels like
A stirring
A dwelling
Because joy is hard to maintain
And painful rumination stills me
I want to default
To writing about God and the good things
The beautiful life I’ve been given
The sweetness of earth’s precious gifts
But I still maintain a tendency
To write about pain and heartbreak and the things that pierce me deep and dull
It’s alright,
But I just wish
It was brighter
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 11:51 AM UTC
I feel lyrically inclined
To write about my sorrows
But writing is much more
Than tears on pages
And scars on souls
It’s light
And joy
And love
And pain
And a way to breathe
When speaking takes too much air
Pain and sorrow
Are pieces,
But sometimes I like them too much
It feels like
A stirring
A dwelling
Because joy is hard to maintain
And painful rumination stills me
I want to default
To writing about God and the good things
The beautiful life I’ve been given
The sweetness of earth’s precious gifts
But I still maintain a tendency
To write about pain and heartbreak and the things that pierce me deep and dull
It’s alright,
But I just wish
It was brighter