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C Spitz 2d
Where are you?
My hero?
My savior?
I need you to find me,
to grab my hand to lead me.
I need you to lift me,
to take me out of the water.
I need you to grab my hand,
to pull me up from this cliff.
I need you to take me,
to give me back my breath.
I need you to help me,
to keep me from my doom.
I need you to protect me,
to keep me secure.
I need you to shield me,
from all these chilling winds.
I need you to keep me safe,
safe from these horrors.
I need you to take me to a meadow,
release my chains,
and set me free.
I feel my heart strengthening
I feel Your presence
in this quiet place

You matter ***
You urge me forwards
You welcome me in

I cry,
"It's so hard to let go!"
You say, "Fly"
but I'm scared of heights?
You say, "Fly"
but what if I fall?
You say, "Not for long,
you will fly,
you will soar."
but I'm scared...
You say, "Rose, have I ever let you down?
Have I ever left you alone?
Other people have,
but I am
I wrote "Release" right after "Provision."  I felt a tugging on my heart to really listen to *** and embrace the fear and to turn myself over to ***. I feel broken and I feel the brokenness in other people, but I know I am redeemed in Christ and all will be well. It's so hard to let go of the anxiety and to instead be present with ***, but it's what He wants me to do. So, I will try my best to follow ***.
Poems are like a safety relief valve.

In them we can say
what we would never say aloud.

In them we can
            and create.

All those feelings and actions
we never show in real.

Poems are like a safety relief valve
and they are saving lives.
Ms Noma Oct 10
Veil your windows to the world
Stretch your arms and take a whirl
Feel your heart beat as a drum
Each soul can dance when music comes

Heads will bop in affirmation
Songs may bring us all salvation
Shoulders bopping to and fro
Feet are tapping fast and slow

Swish and swoosh of swirling skirts
The drums and tambourines are flirts
Enticing us to join the floor
And shake our bones right to their core

We dance and dance till morning’s here
Embrace tomorrow without fear
Soak the spirit of the songs
This is where our hearts belong.
Roland Oct 8
‘Twas during inner turmoil that a certain yearning arose
Whispers of breakage reaching deeper as time goes
From the disillusionment of reality it was forged
Of seething rage the desires hunger gorged
In following certain conformities felt like being a prisoner
The will to resist the motions of many being aimed to muster
To not be like a tree that has to be cut or uprooted just to move
To be driven by reasons that to only ones viewpoint can behoove

Looking at another view of the coming uncertainty
As a pathway to many possibilities with regards to unpredictability
That stopping a tragedy is sometimes not the thing to do
Lest one forgets that the phoenix must burn down to rise anew
Or that Ragnarok is followed by a great rebirth
Who can know what revelations a raging flood might unearth?
Being lost might as well be the way to find an elusive longing
The remedy to the Anhedonia closely and ominously looming

When being chained to the rhythm just compares to an inner futile feeling
Knowing that a greater horizon is missed by the act of settling
A bet on the odds that epiphany might be found in whatever form
To behold serendipity actually being brought by the coming inner storm
In using the great idleness to plan the restoring of a balance
And to see clearly without the feeling of rushing pressure and turbulence
The path and pace may change to the deeper quest not yet ceased
In bringing forth the long sought betterment through a cataclysmic release.
Silverflame Sep 27
I let go of my first love before it had a chance to bloom.
I watched it fall with autumn into the descending moon.

But here we are again; talking about yesterday's tune.
It's like nothing ever happened, and thus my pain resumes.
Alyssa Underwood Nov 2015
There's a peculiar kind of beauty that can only be experienced
with the innate knowledge that the moment is fleeting
and the most intense beauty can only be seen in
the presence of both light and shadows.
For it’s often in the loss of a thing
that its worth to us becomes
most precious and by
letting it go with
grace we can
best savor
its purest
that the pain
runs so deep only
because the beauty ran
so deep and that without
it having once touched us we
wouldn't now know the emptiness
of its loss, our grief will eventually turn to
thankfulness that it ever touched us at all, and
we will be left awed by the mystery of its haunting.
NJ Brown Sep 20
for months
with the inability to say much
by the idea that healing had to be rushed
The soul is
with the idea that the heart was crushed
Bits and pieces of the muscle
within itself
With no idea how to start a search
like acid
Set the body
like a Phoenix on fire
It came out like ****
from an infected wound
Like super glue
Like Cartier necklaces far too
to put at risk of hurt
Incomplete healing, damaged goods Emotional ineptitude
Once again we have arrived
This same beautiful moment
Feeling the universe alter in my presence
Allowing me to
Amongst the starry night of my mind
Where new horizons await
It's good to back again
Aryeh Levine Sep 15
For now
my tears drop only
when the inside of my face fills
with a holy perspiration
that collects with a musical tension
right until the ******
when the drops become too heavy
to cling to the ceiling
of my mind's eye
they fall into the grass
that wiggles my toes
and that's all I can handle
For now
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