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You took my soul for many years
Gave it back to me.
Bruised
Mangled
For everyone to see.
You didn’t ask permission
You only created pain.  

I forgot what it felt like to have these words in me.  
They flow like a river that no one can take.
My bruised, broken soul calling out my name.
Praying every morning
Asking for the words God speaks to me in scripture.
He tells me he will “give me his thoughts and give me his words"
That is never more true than when I deal with all of you.
Lent is not a story or a thing to ignore.  
Christ died so I could live, breath and worry about my son.  
I ask him why he made worry
Because I had him.

No one else will worry for him
So I sleep less
Worry more.

I am praying for myself
Begging for reprieve.
Anger, sadness and frustration
Ever present in my day.  

So many have called me strong
They never see me praying myself through moments in my day.
Solitude is slowly killing me.
My anxiety peaks
Has fun playing me
No people around
Thoughts go round and round
Solitude is my prison
I built it myself
I worked so hard to not be hurt
I want and need to get out
No one is around to dig me out.
My mind tells me lies
Makes me cringe
Solitude is slowly killing me
Pain, pain go away come again another day.
Pain can stay away.  
It needs no other day.  
It's taken time from me to only bring more pain.

My heart is scattered in the wind
No one tries to help.
I will eventually repair
But not as I sit here on this shelf.

I can't move forward, I think to myself.
I have this unending chain.
It reels you in with hope and promise.  
Inky in its charm and wit.
It only cuts and spits.

Pain pain go away
You need no other day.
Your voice is a song that strums strings on my heart I didn’t know existed.
A song of laughter
A song with a purpose
A whisper to my soul
I want to hear that voice say my name loud and proud
A name in a whisper
A name in a song played with your voice
I think I knew that first day
I knew as I watched you work
I knew when you invited me to your house

Who knew a dress could stop you in your tracks?
A mouthed thank you was when I knew

Flinching
I knew it was time to escape
I knew it was you
I knew this would go somewhere
I knew it was you
I knew this is a problem
I wanted to create space because I knew

I knew I wanted you
I knew you wanted me
I knew we should freeze time
I knew I didn’t want to do it
I knew you from the moment we met
I knew how to read you from across the room

I knew I wanted your touch
I knew I wanted to explore your mind
I knew I wanted your body to explore mine
I knew
My favorite color is green.
Green is quiet and calm.
Green is the blade of grass others forget to see.
Green is the tree that blows and flows in the wind.
Green is an Oklahoma stormy sky
Green are the eyes that stare into me dark and questioning
Green are the eyes that sparkle and wink.
Green are the eyes that stop me in my tracks.
Green is my favorite color.
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