Hurt:
A time or three,
This promise true,
I hoped the hurt,
Would end with you.
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Coldest shrug,
Of zero chill,
To numb the empty,
In your thrill.
Or ragged center,
Of my soul,
I often prayed,
You’d make me whole.
But deep below,
Where love’s no game,
The ache is here,
A constant same.
My pain remains,
My hurt is you.
Poem:
(Another Seek)
Peace is found,
In letting go,
A chain released,
Surrendered so.
We grab the lock,
All shackle pain,
And find it open,
In his name.
Freedom arrived,
A light to see,
If only chains,
Could all agree.
We’re not the lost,
Too burden great,
Salvation real,
For us to take.
But on a knee,
Just bended fair,
We must repent,
To enter there.
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A prayer to him,
To have control,
Rule over body,
Rule over soul.
Yet that too high,
A gift to keep,
We turn aside,
Another seek.
Surrendered so,
But we clinch chains,
We can’t let go.
A Place For Poetry: Part 17
Poem:
(Another Seek)
Peace is found,
In letting go,
A chain released,
Surrendered so.
#######
We grab the lock,
All shackle pain,
And find it open,
In his name.
#######
Freedom arrived,
A light to see,
If only chains,
Could all agree.
#######
We’re not the lost,
Too burden great,
Salvation real,
For us to take.
#######
But on a knee,
Just bended fair,
We must repent,
To enter there.
########
A prayer to him,
To have control,
Rule over body,
Rule over soul.
#######
Yet that too high,
A gift to keep,
We turn aside,
Another seek.
#######
Peace is found,
Surrendered so,
But we clinch chains,
We can’t let go.