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Sia Harms Jan 26
I hung myself out to dry,
Clipped tightly on the old,
Wind-swept clothesline.
Like a corral of ponies,
Hooves dragging as they
Marched around & around,
Mud gathering and growing
Deep from the rain that
Would never stop.
Sia Harms Jan 25
There is no one here
Besides me and You.

Why do I keep looking
Behind, as if searching
For prying eyes I secretly
Wish to be there?

I only want Your hands
Holding my heart.
I only want Your words
Carrying merit in my life.

But my concentration
Has shattered, and I
Continue to search
For the affirmations

of the world.
Sia Harms Jan 25
I stared at the words
Until the trees outside
My dimming windows
Started to wilt & bend
Down to the ground.
With a hesitant finger,
I struck the key that
Would only delay all
Of my worries:
D-e-l-e-t-e.
Sia Harms Jan 23
We pretend to know
The deepest of emotions,
The most burning love
As it scathes our lives.
Do we think the pain of it
Is pleasurable, simply
Because we cannot
Comprehend the Love
Only God understands?
Sia Harms Jan 23
If I lost the favor of God,
I imagine my feet would break.
I would fall on my back, unable
To stand or walk in any meaningful
Direction. I would still be alive,
But only in definition.
Sia Harms Jan 23
The fleeting touch
of skin.

The intimacy
of a shared glance.

The simple love
of an unprompted
kindness.

Yet, nothing could
compare with
His grace.
Sia Harms Jan 23
The metal protested
As you twisted the bulb
Into place.

It screamed, not wanting
To light up, preferring
Darkness.

Without it, we could not see,
But that did not change its
Preference.

Despondency resided in
The shadows of a high
Ceiling.

It needed your stubborn,
Caring hands to change its
Perspective.
We cannot be helped if we don't choose to be. Do we burden those who love us more by refusing to help ourselves, by refusing to let them assist?
Only Jesus was able to draw me from the darkness.
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