My feet get cold first
Because they're the farthest from my heart
But my soul stays warm
Because as far as I know
It lives in my left ventricle
Before the blood is pumped
To the dull
Life needing parts
Of my body
So close to me
When the wind blows
It never feels cold
As long as I can find my way back to my soul
Where I house my family
Where God rules my domain
The place that I keep so near
Sitting in my bottom of my heart
Saturated in the very fluid that maintains to the life
Of a body born to fight
This soul knows too much
But sometimes too little to speak
So I write these words
For the very parts of me
That have no voice of their own
My humanity has caught up with me
Many times
And I've apologized again
But mother doesn't seem to know
That whatever sting staring at death may bring
She's always warm in my soul
Where I hear her sing
And time is precious these days
So why do I waste it
Saying
Nothing
As if someone could read my mind
Or possibly tell me what to think
So once again to my family, I'm sorry
That I don't tell you the things my soul breathes
And I used to get so angry
Feeling like you never really saw me
But you see as much as I let be
Set free into a tangible world
Where people can see
And so far only God has restored
What I broke
So many times
On accident
On purpose
With all intents of being able to fix it
But the older I grow
The more I know
That I don't control much
So, on the best day of my life
I let go
And God proved faithful
The voice of my soul
That has restored the lives I broke
The things I took
The words I never spoke
So this is the story of a soul
So warm in a world so cold
A family that never did know
All the ways I care
Until almost 10 days ago
My God is faithful
1 comment:
I like the new look, Catie! Also, I still love your poetry and I will try harder to comment more, because I love you!!!
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