My Mind is a Dark Hallway

My mind is a dark hallway
Tenebrous. Filled with fears,
Thoughts I believed forgotten
Sorrow locked behind tight doors
Yet if I were to walk down
This hallway, I dread what I'd find.
Iron locks oxidizing from the cool rush of air
Floating aimlessly through the hall.
My mind, protected,
My memories, safe.
But how am I? Cowering,
Behind my safety, afraid to live
Or will I unlock these doors
That hold back my passion
Drives, goals. To find freedom
To be me.

Where is the Light?

This world seems so crazy;
I hear the sirens call
Once again racing toward
Calamities unknown.
How did these streets turn
To dens of vile deceit,
While the pious fill church coffers
With their righteous mites.
Death like a parasitic being
Latches onto us, seeping,
Draining all life away
Into its all-consuming void.
Even the sun is blocked out
By the grey luminous clouds
Threatening to enclose us
In unending darkness.
Where is the light?
How am I to see
The path though this mire
Of disjointed reality?

As I Am

As I am,
Unadorned
You take me.
Unnoticed, unloved
You receive me.
The very essence
Of who you are
Draws me close,
Closer to who made me.
Even if I push away
I look around still able
To see your handiwork.
No, you are not far away,
Distant and cold
You come close
To those you love
As oxygen is to fire
So your love is to me.

More

I am more than my bad decisions,

More than my many failures,

I am not unforgivable,

Or anyone’s mistake.

I am not lost or unseen;

I am not insignificant;

I do not have to despair

Or wallow in disappointment

Because I have been found,

Found by Jesus

And because of him,

I can stand before him,

Forgiven.

This Thing Called Life

Don’t be afraid to let emotion free

You don’t have to hide anymore

And portray the face of tranquility.

Life has ups and downs bringing,

Wins and losses applently.

Those walls you’ve erected to protect

Your vulneralbility and rejected heart

Are keeping out my arms reaching 

To pull you close to me

And heal those festering wounds,

Which you have so carefully guarded.

Don’t be afraid to show to me

How you actually feel 

Catharsis is how humanity deals 

With this thing called life.

The Fog Sinks Toward the Ground

The fog sinks toward the ground,

As the trees wave their haunting branches.

I walk slowly up the path,

Taking a deed breath of the fresh air.

The scent of lilacs invade my nose,

The circadias sound their rhythmic beat.

I can imagine for a moment

That all is right with the world.

Fight to See the Light

The dark will not consume me. 

I fight to see the light. 

I will push against the waves of terror

Crashing over me.

No power is greater 

Than the God I cry out to.

I know he can rescue me

Even amidst this maelstrom.