Month: November 2016

“Olly Olly Oxen Free”

| Laura Lee Bonde

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I’m in this place
Where I’ve begun to hide
In plain sight
But in different places
It could be strategy
It could be dismantling
I’m not sure
It’s losing who I’ve been
Inside
And pretending what I’m not
Outside
I’m not worried
Just unsure
Faking so much
Forgetting what’s real

If I get lost
Will you find me
If I get lost
Will you look for me

I’ll be hidden inside
Where I know there’s still
Peace
Joy
Love
Hope
Hearing the faint cry of
“ready or not
here I come”

“Candid Conversations”

| Laura Lee Bonde

sometimes people
don’t want to hear your heart
because they don’t know what to do with it
but most of the time
I simply want an ear
and maybe a hug

never be afraid
to listen to someone’s heart
because usually
God’s intervened
before the last word’s been
spoken

“Creating Love”

| Laura Lee Bonde

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this picture decribes my marriage
the light you see is hope

I blindly fell in love with him from a distance
through God’s heart
so when I came to live with him face to face
my eyes were opened to see

we had nothing in common
nothing to talk about
he had no goals for the kids
and treated me unkind

so love wasn’t an issue
it just wasn’t there
yet I’m married
so I’m here

and the more I get to know him
how it hurts to be married
nothing in common
nothing to talk about

but I’m here

marriage counseling
effort
and faith
are what I’m using

to create a love
that might last through the dark

“Sheltered”

| Laura Lee Bonde

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There’s a place
only I can go
A place deep inside
Where nothing else matters

Open space
All alone
Standing or sitting
Waiting

Everywhere sprouting up
Decisions
That need to be made
Each one has roots

Whatever I choose
Will grow
Which makes it difficult
So i wait

Open space
All alone
The hard part
Is coming back

“Chicken Pox”

| Laura Lee Bonde

I just don’t know where these moments of anger come from

maybe from marital disfunction
maybe from missing my kids
maybe from being in a place still new

as I walk
I see
as I see
I hear
as I hear
I listen
as I listen
I grow

yet these moments of anger still pant
from time to time
rarely voiced but always noticed
taken captive and made to bow

maybe that’s why I want to cry a lot