A Poem By Brighid // 10/4/2019

I built myself castles,
But I made them in the dark
With a plan in my head
And nothing in my heart.

There were turrets and flags
And illustrious fanfare.
They protected my future,
But there was nothing there.

So the fiction inside collapsed
And I watched with helpless hands.
It’s only then you realize
Your castles are made of sand.

Into Your hands, Lord,
I commend my soul.
I commend my future.
I commend my all.

You weren’t my foundation,
But You are the living stone
With which I’ll build my castle
To guard a future not my own.


*insert tears here*

Girl. Girl this is so good and necessary. Thank you.

Damaris Ann | Sun, 12/15/2019

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

Nice! Very well described. :

Nice! Very well described. : )

Allyson D. | Mon, 12/16/2019

Jill L. Boone

Trust in the Lord with all your heart


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