A Poem By Gina I. // 2/14/2017

What you hear is the song I bring
A lonely life filled with empty things
Peace has no place in a mind that wanders
Love cannot last when it has been squandered
Through cries will I ever make myself found
Or do I open my mouth to be choked by my sounds?

What you read is the fear I write
On paper, it's trapped to save me from night
In daylight, I am surrounded by flames
No one to help, only myself to blame
In books will my soul at last fall asleep?
For it shudders and moans, it wails and it weeps

Such is life for the loveless
So the story goes for the flightless
Those who might spread their wings
They could fly, dance, and sing
But their fear breaks them down
Trapping them eternally to the ground


This is beautiful, in a

This is beautiful, in a serious, heartbreaking sort of way. Well done.

Damaris Ann | Wed, 02/22/2017

God uses the milestones as stepping stones to bring us closer to Him. We may not see it in the moment, but we can always look back and see the memorials of His love in the crumbles of our stumbling blocks.


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