A Poem By Brianna // 8/29/2007

What is it that keeps us falling
when we know it hurts?
Our bodies are broken and wounded
but our cries seem only to echo
in the empty void we fall into

Pouring songs into rivers
drifting fires over ice
our hearts are
crumbling houses
do tears suffice?

Just because I feel OK today
who can say I'll feel this way
'Cause everything is moving
like shifting sand beneath my feet

Pull me away when I'm falling
against the stone I hear the cry
of empty voices
and full lies
Bring me to peace

The mess is our way
because we are a messy people
Step in my footprints and feel my grief
flooding the forest floor
lifting the leaves
from their places;
everything is pulled apart
and left in disorder

Have you walked this way?
Do you feel my dismay
my confusion?
I just can't imagine that
this time

I am in disorder
crushed and dirty
wet leaves
clinging to me
Pull them away!

Put me back together
again and again
because here I am
again and again
and again

Everything else has left me
You are the only thing

I'm leaning on your cross
Gripping tight
don't fail me
please don't fail me

Cold steel through your hands
blood spills through the night
wind breaking
earth quaking

bend me
show me
help me
My way
is not good enough

singing eyes
paths running long
voices rising

Your cry is on the wind
your call in the stillness
but my weary feet still trod a lonely path
And I'm trying to trust
with eyes shut against the darkness

Pressing before me,
a darkness
so huge
so unknown

Another rent in the road
I thought I'd never float
this long
I'm struggling with my last pull
I'm counting on your grace to save me
save me now

This space so cluttered
is empty
it has lengths upon lengths in store for me
it has nothing I need

Raising voices
through empty rooms
Echoes falling
knock me down


I don't need your lies
to ease my feelings
I don't need your words
to cover my mistake

I need a healer
before my heart breaks



wow i like that, how long did it take you to write it?

Anonymous | Wed, 08/29/2007


Generally... maybe 20 minutes. But when I'm writing, I don't usually pay much attention to time. :D

"We have been created for greater things. Why stoop down to things that will spoil the beauty of our hearts?" ~Mother Theresa

Brianna | Thu, 08/30/2007

"We have been created for greater things. Why stoop down to things that will spoil the beauty of our hearts?" ~Mother Theresa


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