Two new poems - Break Free and Beautiful Brokenness

Rough drafts, but a start. Just some needful expression.

Break Free

Standing here looking at the sky

I see the birds spread their wings and fly away

If they only knew how I envy them

But instead I’m stuck here with my feet on the ground.

I keep going round and round in my head

Dealing with the thoughts I can’t seem to shake.

It’s like my feet are stuck in the thickest mud

And I just can’t seem to get out.

But I don’t have to

I don’t have to have chains of bondage.

I have a choice

God has given me a choice

God has given me freedom

To break free

I see and feel bars all around me

I feel the pain of the shackles on my feet

I search desperately for the key

Or at least something to pick the lock

I try to use substitutes and distractions

Things that will never replace

I try to do it on my own

But end up on my knees.

But I don’t have to

I don’t have to have chains of bondage.

I have a choice

God has given me a choice

God has given me freedom

To break free

I’m going to break free

God has given the key

God has given me wings

God opens the door

I spread my wings

To break free

I’m going to break free

Beautiful Brokenness

There was that moment in time

When my world feel apart.

Doubled-over in pain

From a broken heart.

Everything went from bad to worse

Just like the life of Job.

I craved the sunrise

After the darkest night.

There’s a beauty in brokenness

A diamond in the rough.

A single shining star in the dark

But never seen til night.

Refined gold never shines

Unless put through the fire.

Beautiful brokenness.

I see the faces around me

Haunted by suffering.

Hurt, distress, worry, grief.

Why must it be this way?

Amidst the dark, I see a dim light.

The light of hope not seen in the day.

If we never know pain

We’ll never know true joy.

There’s a beauty in brokenness

A diamond in the rough.

A single shining star in the dark

But never seen til night.

Refined gold never shines

Unless put through the fire.

Beautiful brokenness.

I can’t shine til tried

A light in the dark

I can’t be beautiful

Til I’m broken

God uses the broken

Enemies - Poem

I don't claim to be a poet....I can't even adhere to any structure rules :P But, it's just thoughts. I'm hoping to use my writings for songs (with the help of my musician friends)

Enemies

War is raging.

Swords unsheathed, shields unveiled, amour secured.

Machine guns loaded, tanks fueled up, strategy revealed.

I get ready.

I’m not ready.

I see their shapes.

I see their faces.

I’m staring into their eyes.

They’re my enemies.

Huddled in a corner with my nightlight on, thinking it’s enough.

Hoping it’s enough

There they are, coming unnoticed.

I see some movement, hoping to ignore it.

There they are, I unwillingly see them.

I see their shapes.

I see their faces.

I’m staring into their eyes.

They’re my enemies.

I try to defeat them.

I try to overcome them.

I try to reason with them.

I try to ignore them.

They come when I least expect them.

They’re my enemies.

Staring them down, they seem very familiar.

Their shapes, which were many, now combined.

It’s like I’m looking in a mirror.

Is that me? My face? 

My fear? My insecurity?

My doubt? My pride?

I see my shape.

I see my face.

I’m staring into my eyes.

I’m my enemy.

I try to defeat it.

I try to overcome it.

I try to reason with it.

I try to ignore it.

It comes when I least expect it.

I’m my enemy.