Let the good compensate for the sadness—-as the good intends to stay. Let the tears say their goodbyes, let them wash away your hurt. Each tomorrow will always be a new fight. In the sway of the morning, find your new worth.
For all those words you have assumed to have held meaning
Meant for the wishful self, your wishes rarely came true.
Do recount the time spent with the new heart’s strength spilling.
In the mourning your loss, the calluses back grew.
Make flesh of thy enemy
Life on red and rust
Storm in the head of me
Clouded mission must
All to dust
Take the good blames
Travel in staggering faith
To the river my face you bathe
Faults have been forgotten
From the cries of the mind I scathe
God is giving me my lessons
And he’s giving it really hard.
It pains me
But I know it’s for my own good.
This emptiness I look for others to fill
Remains void with the length of the search.
I’m deciding to stop now.
I may not yet,
But i’m glad I still have the heart that can be changed.
I am tired. I am drained. I’ve been persistent.
I was lost.
Time did not make sense,
Then he did.
And I’m picking myself up. I’m raising my hands high.
Inside my heart, I am back. And the knocking finally stops.
He never liked
how his dreams
can tell him truths about himself;
how they can show him his heart’s real desires,
he wanted gone.
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