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Unshaken

Your river flows further down.

Washing the bank as it goes.

Your river flows further down.

When will it stop? No one knows.

More and more of the bank erodes.

All the dirt, and the grass.

Pulled deep below.


Your river flows further down.

I sit and enjoy this glorious sound.

Your river flows further down.

I open my heart, as it surrounds.

No pain, or hurt is left behind.

Not on my heart.

Or in my mind.


Your river flows further down.

The dirt inside, rushed away.

Your river flows further down.

The goodness is what's left to stay.

Your river is all that I see.

It's all I want.

You're all I need.


Your river flows further down.

Scrapping past this solid ground.

Your river flows further down.

Cleaning all the rocks around.

All that's left is what can't be shaken.

The stones, and the ground,

and my strong foundation.

tags: banks, dirt, foundation, God, grass, ground, halp, hope, poem, poetry, rhyme, river, river bank, rocks, stones, strength, unshaken
categories: Uncategorized
Thursday 03.23.17
Posted by Guest User
 

You are Worthy

For years I've waited. I've been the patient one. I didn't jump in for fun.

For years I've waited. I was the wise one. Though nothing I ever advised was done.

For years I've waited. To be told I'm loved. By someone who wasn't supposed to.

Now I stand on the edge. I stand on the precipice of what has been in my life and what could be. I stand on the edge as you look at me.

I've always told others to jump in and go for it. To say how they felt and they wouldn't regret it.

And here I am wanting to tell you that I like you, but thinking that their case and mine are not the same.

My life is different, I've always argued. They were the pretty ones. And I was there wishing that I was.

Now, however, everything has changed. I know who I am and what I am capable of.And I know that I am beautiful.

I know that sometimes things don't work out, but that doesn't mean we don't go for them.

Sometimes people don't feel the same, but that shouldn't bring us to the conclusion that we are not worthy.

You are worthy. And I am worthy.

And all I want right now is to tell you that I see your worthiness.

I see how you struggle but I'm here to tell you, you are wonderful.

I see the little things that make me laugh, the little things that somehow make me feel more worthy. I want to be the one who makes you laugh. The one who points you towards God in everything.

You are worthy. And so am I.

So even if I open my lips and say I like you, and you don't say yes, I know I'll be just fine.

tags: confidence, crush, friends, healing, hope, love, poetry, summer, third, time
categories: Uncategorized
Friday 08.05.16
Posted by Guest User