Percussion
Your voice persists
I'm caught in the mists
The weight on my shoulders
Spreading to my hands
Wishing I could hold hers
I'd cancel all my plans
The knot in my throat
Your face infests
Feelings float
My chest, pressed
Like stagnant water
Waiting for rapids to come
The sun is getting hotter
But my fingers are numb
My metronome
Please take me home
Questions for God
Does he know I'm here
Can he taste my fear, my hesitation
When I pray does he hear
If I cry would he wipe my tear
It is said the hairs on my head are numbered, are too the black freckles that I've dotted my soul with?
I have these questions for God
Like why I don't hear when he speaks
Or why my memory seems to have leaks
I was angry. What type of God let's their people suffer
What type of God gives a child to a child to raise
I have these questions for God, but no answers, and no firm way to get them. Dear God send me a text message, I would probably understand better. Dear God send me the rules in an email. You are losing me and my generation. Faith is spread too thin, and little of us hold it in. I sometimes think I am an unbeliever, I sometimes think I am a black wooled lamb. Either way, I doubt any God would be pleased with the way I am.
Letting Go
Who do I turn to for help letting go
Of a marriage torn up from all these lies
And lust for another I must not show?
With pain shoved inside, I stifle my cries
How long does a heart hold onto such pain
When each single beat hurts more than the last?
They say time heals but these feelings won't wane
Nothing has changed, can't let go of the past
Fighting desires that won't go away
Can't control the urge to fulfill my need
It's a struggle I deal with every day
Much harder to stop since planting the seed
Will someone please show me how to let go
Of one I can't trust and lust he made grow?
