decem verba

Thoughts.

Thoughts don't.

Thoughts don't make.

Thoughts don't make sense.

Can't.

Can't feel.

Can't feel my.

Can't feel my heart.

Love.

Love is.

Love is always.

Love is always hard.

Time.

Time moves.

Time moves ever.

Time moves ever still.

Hurt.

Hurt can.

Hurt can only.

Hurt can only heal.

God.

God doesn't.

God doesn't ever.

God doesn't ever abandon.

A Poem Forgotten

What becomes of a poem forgotten
That hasn't quite been written down?
Are words gone forever, or were they ever?
Or do they all just fall in a mound?

Decaying, yet enriching the soul that forgot them
A compost of thoughts, meter, and rhyme
Preparing the way for the depth of emotion
A poem requires to last all of time.

Thoughts Half Thought

Echoes of thought off well-read walls
Reflect, remind of who I once was.
The silence was golden, but glittered not
Expression held back, but certainly not thought.

I ask no forgiveness for time that was lost
It was for me, and for you I was gone.
I had to weigh the good and the cost
Expression of thoughts half thought is wrong

But here I am to speak again
(Deep thoughts, emotions with God remain)
To share my heart and soul well thought
In such a way I know I ought.

It's been a long while since I've posted anything real on here. This is intentional, but I think I'm ready to be back. :) God is ever changing, shaping, molding me. Sometimes it's uncomfortable, but it's always beautiful whether I can see it or not. The problem lies in being at a point of not seeing and still writing that troubles arise. I have never been fake here, and I never intend to. But thoughts and feelings not properly processed which get expressed can cause damage. So I offer no apology for being gone, and I hope I don't have to apologize for being back. :)