Tuesday, April 8, 2014
10/23/12 After being diagnosed with dyslexia.
Don’t ever discover your faults.
In your ignorance, nothing it withheld and there is no limit to your potential.
But when you are labeled, named, and scarred;
You have a ceiling, a hindrance that was never there before.
At all costs, never discover your faults.
Admit them, accept help, but never name them, nor give then a face,
Or they will make you, decide you
Dictate the extent of possible.
Instead, live in blissful ignorance,
Foolishly believe that you can truly do anything you put your heart to;
For then you will break free and soar.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Written during a point in my life where I was struggling with the concept of war, yet dating a soldier.
Time played slow
like the end of a roll of black and white film.
The crowd moved and jostled in lethargic waves,
fists beat the sluggish air--
the flower people now threw stones.
Angry voices filled the air with distance echos;
hate and spittle fell with ruthless slowness
on the soldiers, the baby-killers,
the children, with blank faces.
I rolled the word in my mouth,
disliking the taste:
hate left no room for the love.
Dust billowed from marching feet
A figure stepped out--
keeping slow tempo with the rest.
Left... ...right... ...left... ...right.
Words flashed in my mind, like dreams:
the tear-stained paper promises.
His face: hard lines chiseled by the hands of war;
but still the face I kissed goodbye.
He moved listlessly, though his step was in-time;
even his uniform looked tired.
We both fought a war--
same goal but different sides.
My ambiance drew him;
My long hair and skirt swirled;
from the wind or the force of my comrades hate--
I couldn't tell.
The strength of his gaze pulled me;
I took a step into the street.
And time sped up.
Noise and sensation crested powerfully:
I staggered with the weight.
Hate assaulted my ears,
dust stung my eyes and nose;
I caught a faint whiff of smoke.
Elbows bit my side,
fingers tried to yank me back.
I ran to him;
my people screamed in anger.
Two hands cradled him so softly,
wanting to erase cruelty, pain.
Why were we fighting against the ones
whose cause we were fighting for?
Saturday, October 5, 2013
The single most important decision you can make in life is not what college you attend, what job you take, or even what person you marry, but simply this: that you have given your life to Christ. And if you have already done that, then why stress about the rest?