denial                                            1.30.15
aye, friend, love of my soul
i wish you could
see you like i do
more like His eyes
less through the lens
of your belly button
you will only find
green lint and pale
dead skin that way

it takes courage beloved
to let all that light
through every dark bloody hole
let His strength be
the core of you
holding you up right

the resilience you fear
in me is from misunderstanding
it is not brittle self reliance
but a child’s simple
pure faith in His greatness
He will not give you
more than you can do

you fracture your soul
in denying His power in
all things
let Him live in your
bedroom and love in your touch

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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