2-'12
When life is turned inside out, we see what fabric we are made of. The seams that hold us together, weak or strong, are at least seen for what they are–ragged, shredding bits that look so uncommonly neat from the outside.
I’m falling apart here.
My soul is tearing into blood red pieces, held together only by salty tears, clenched fists, and breaths of poems and prayers.
My anguish forces me to offer up control I thought I had.
My desperation makes me fall into You—
the place I should have been all along.
2-'12
What a beautiful, soul felt post, Lilly. Thank you for sharing your heart so deeply.
Thank you . . . interesting times.
hello, ms. lily,
i like the emotions you convey in this post, “seen for what they are–ragged, shredding bits that look so uncommonly neat from the outside.” yes…
and the bid for repose, if not salvation,” My desperation makes me fall into You—the place I should have been all along.”
you’re the poet.
:)
Comes from the heart . . .
That’s a big sky.
There has been a HUGE amount of building in the desert here in CA–cheaper land attracts. But looking east, there is still the wide expanse that makes for spectacular cloud shows!
I love the strength of that first photo…incredible.
Thanks a lot!