What’s beautiful to you?

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“Caught by Beauty”

my pursuit of beauty
has been
Beauty pursuing me

as He wants to show me
He speaks
and my heart responds
with the pursuit
of nature
of sunsets
of sunrises
stopping at nothing
except opposition

growing in a way
where opposition
no longer stops me

Don’t Give Up on Me

As I typed those words, I began to cry.

I appreciate those who’ve been following me. This part of my life’s been extremely difficult, and the only way I can think to get through it is to write.

It won’t be long. I promise. But thank you for letting me “get it out there”…get it out of me.

My passion is God. I KNOW this’ll get better.

It has to.

“Ed it Ors”

some people can’t wait
to make others laugh

and there’re those who look
for the other shoe to fall off

others wanna listen
to give advice

and some people watch
till you do something wrong
just so they
can
correct
you

“Translation”

in a whisper
you’d know my life
and respond

but do we
really know
what to say

what to hear

there’re times
when things seem
so wrong
then I think
did I hear Him?

and sometimes fear
to listen again
in case I hear wrong

have you ever
told God
you won’t listen?

i have
not really won’t
but can’t

and in those moments
God’s listening
waiting to answer

“For Your Eye Site”

man, my writing used to be
full of life one could breathe
but now
it seems to be one moment
of despair
after another
I wanna be that life for you
for my family
for my husband
but when you’re unhappy in marriage
you tend to gasp
for air

I went from absolute freedom
to losing at childish games
passive aggressiveness
silence with problems
different ambitions
actually, no ambitions
opposite health
goals
everything

I can’t even explain it
or maybe I shouldn’t
it-takes-two
has turned to one
but I know what I’m good for

being corrected
being demeaned
being smiled at
sex

there’s no intimacy
apart from sex
there’s no interest
in anyone else
but the cat

I wasn’t blind
things were hidden
I felt God speak
so I jumped
without a parachute
and landed
too broken to move

so I breathe
in and out
in and out
in and
out
in
and out

it’s there
where I think to go on
or not
behind closed doors
deeply in God
anything’s possible
but as I take on the day
I feel ruined

trapped
in words
trapped
in thought
trapped
in side

this is another one
of those hidden poems
in plain site