A Poem
I am heavy. I am confused. I am angry. I am weak.
It’s too much to carry. In fact, I know I cannot.
I try to fight. I try to see. I try to breath.
Get this off of me. Take it away.
Take me away.
I don’t want to talk about what is normal. I don’t want to hear about what is new and normal. I don’t want to smell his pillow in his empty room. I don’t want to see his clothes packed in a box.
I am not hungry. I am not happy. I am not whole.
I can’t feel. I can’t sing. I can’t laugh.
I want his voice. I want his laughter. I want his touch. I want his smile.
I am grief, fresh from the womb of love.
You are light. You are ordered. You are peace. You are strong.
You carry me.
You have won. You see all things. You give breath.
Nothing is impossible for you. You took it.
Hold me now.
You are supernatural. You never change. You fill empty space. You provide all we need.
You fill me. You are happiness. You are whole.
You carry me. You rejoice over me. You are my joy.
You do not leave me wanting.
I am hope, fresh from the womb of love.
#whenhopeisreal #neverwithouthope #iamhope
Thank you Timotheus for your authentic soul sharing. I share your longing and grief and most importantly your hope. Our hope is in our Lord and Savior. He carries our cross with us. Beautifully written. Blessings,
Cyndi McGinnis
Hi Friend! Thank you. Thank God He does. You have been such a comfort to me in my darkest times, Cyndi. I’m so thankful for you. I’m not sure how Timotheus showed as the author here. I will go and see if I can correct that. It was me who wrote this.:-) New to all this blogging world. Learning, learning, learning!
Beautifully spoken with raw emotion 💗
Thank you Connie! So happy to see you here!