“Lake Tides”

will I be found out
that I’m not happy
will the tears
show through my eyes
they’re like a river
always rising
above the dam
exploding through
drowning seeds
pulling up dirt
mixing the foundation
to look murky

will the murkiness show
without me writing?
will the mask of happiness
become all I know?

time to go put on a show
who put the dam there anyway

“Amidst the Garden”

sometimes people
only read
what they want
to hear

this move
moved me
in a saddened way
too much for words

but some words
revealed a state
too much for some
to handle

where friends were needed
but not always wanted
where cries were answered
by heaven’s yes

for those who looked away
through tougher times
thank you
for not putting me down

for those who called
to leave a message
thank you
for leaving your voice

for those who rose up
from out of nowhere
thank you
for being somewhere

in the end of now
I’m able to relate
because of what
I’ve gone through

or better yet
what “I’ve” put “myself” through

“Remote Control”

when you’re complete with God’s love
nothing else’s needed
when you know who you are
the mirror’s your friend

this move’s been a battle
that I’ve taken personally
but it’s not against “me”
it’s to tear down the Kingdom

but that’s not happening
not today
not tomorrow
not on MY watch

before I’m a mother
before I’m a wife
before I’m a friend
I’m a mighty woman of god

and this mighty woman
plans on winning every battle
because the Joy of the Lord
is my Strength

“Anonymous Bound”

of course I want to write
what everyone likes
and I want to like
everything I read
but we’re all different

our hearts
our minds
our thoughts
our intake

so being “all”
wouldn’t work
and to write what I know
what’s inside
seems wrong

so I’ve gotten married
this fairytale life
that plays out like
a nightmare
but I can’t explain it

maybe I’ll create a website
in secret
no name
no identity
just a heart

expressing out loud
is what I do
but expressing out loud
is what I “can’t” do
so all of me’s inside

sometimes hiding
always waiting
wondering
when tears will fall

I’m not here to make sense
I’m here to BE love
but in marriage
sometimes that seems
difficult

“Heaven’s Menu”

[written 7/10/16]

there’s something about laughter
that brings the enemy down

I picture laughter
sounding like
nails on a chalkboard
to the enemy

when we got to Texas
depression was heavy
lingering above us
dripping in our minds

one by one
we were silent
consumed with the sound
of the drip

one by one
we pulled out of it
and turned off
the spout

except Nathan

he’s been so sad
through it all

until last night

waiting at Denny’s for food
but being fed by Heaven
all it took
was one incident

and we were rolling!
F
O
R
E
V
E
R

abs sore
tears falling
laughter rising

Nathan came home
a different person
and Snapchat viewers
got a few laughs


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