“PAINting a Picture”

I don’t always know
what pours out of me
until it pours out

sometimes
the pain is a memory

sometimes
it’s what I’m going through

sometimes
it’s of someone else

sometimes
there’s no pain at all

but every time
what pours out
helps one
if not more

so whatever pain I’m remembering
or experiencing
or relating to
could be for someone else

but most of the time
it’s just for
me

“Prayer Bucket”

there’re just some things
that hurt my heart
are out of my
control

those moments when
prayers said
seem so
small
and prayers answered
are huge

words
poured out like rain
held inside
every tear

so many struggling
if only I could
help them all
if only I could
support them

it’s hard to keep going
when all seems lost
it’s hard to find value
when you don’t know your worth

this poem in code
could be for many
God help
them all