A simple motion
A curve of lips
Not knowing what it costs
It’s my devotion
Following scripts
Ignoring broken parts
What is a face
If not a mask
To hide away my pain?
A lonely space
An empty cask
The place of my domain
Too many voices
All have a say
When I’m sitting alone
Second-guess choices
Critique my day
And thrill in the unknown
Breaking, cracking
Can you not see
The pain I’m bleeding through?
Slipping, slacking
What’s left of me
Falls apart before you
Perhaps only I
Can taste the salt
Of these droplets falling
Even when I cry
Is mine the fault
To punish my lolling?
They whisper now
But not for long
For soon their voices rise
They don’t allow
Me in their throng
The girl with weary eyes
Do I know the truth
Or weigh the facts
To recognize a lie?
Whispers from my youth
Twists and detracts
What filters through my eye
Wait one moment.
What do I hear?
These voices in my mind
My opponent
The one I fear
Within myself confined
Monsters snarl inside
And grip my mind
They wrap around my heart
What do they provide
To risk this bind
While they tear me apart?
I must break free.
Can I escape
A darkness that is mine?
I cannot see
A sound or shape
To break through their design
But still a light shines
To cast away
And burn through their defense
The darkness all resigns
Under its sway
Their torment is intense
They’ve left me now
They’re gone at last
But still my body sways
Do I know how
To leave my past
And strive for better days?
I hear a command:
“Open your eyes.”
And I look up to see
Reaching out His hand
Helping me rise
My Lord, my Saviour, He.
Read my latest poem, “Momentary Butterflies.”
