Just one thought.
Just one action or word.
Now spiraling down tragedy lane.
Stomach in knots, nausea burning the back of my throat.
Breathing turning shallow.
Body temperature too hot yet too cold all at the same time.
Who knew breathing could be so hard.
Focusing on the inhale filling my lungs.
Exhaling to expel the gut-wrenching feeling anxiety so kindly left behind.
A love like water.
so soft,
so fragile,
as it flows and bends,
leaving gentle kisses,
a giver of life.
A love like water.
a love so strong,
so powerful,
as it destroys obstacles,
breaking walls,
to shape a path,
a future.
A love that drowns oceans,
a love so real,
like the drops of water upon my arms,
seeping into my hair,
glistening across my skin,
a love that drowns oceans,
a love that suffocates my soul,
a love so intoxicating,
so overwhelming,
a love filling my lungs,
and right when it's almost too much,
a love like water.
Ever flowing,
everbending,
everchanging,
a love,
like water.
Come nightfall
The sun beacons the darkness
I stare at its setting glow and fading light
The sweet ocean breeze now bitter
I look back at the forest behind me
Trees and foliage cloud my judgment
I take a match and strike
The flames burning into the darkening night
I take a breath, smoke and ash filling my lungs
But i don’t run
Instead i turn back to the crashing waves
The ocean is calm
With a sigh, i stare at the burning trees
The burning leaves
And the burning birds
I take a step forward, the sand cold beneath my feet
The cool water invites me,
The fire glowing brighter.
I step back and stare at the rising sun
The forest now green
The waves now crashing
Drapes are drawn, the room dark and cold just the same as my heart and soul. It's an everyday struggle just to wanna open my eyes and have the strangth to climb out of bed. I face this constant battle every single day! No one knows how hard I fight and how exuasted it leaves me. The silent and deadly war with my mind, body, heart and soul is most definitely a sketchy one, one wrong move and it could be deadly. I am angry and I am sad, my soul is hollow, my heart well that is completely destroyed. My mind is nothing more than a cluster of dark and horrible thoughts and my poor body is battered and bruised. Most days I pray that God would put me out of my misery. Then on some of my few better days I try and force that pathetic fake smile upon my face, that a hundred times to one fails me. No one understands the constant pain that i suffer. No one knows the rage I must control and keep contained no one knows the fight I fight each and everyday. I feel like I'm drowning constantly choking and gasping for air with out the relief of the water finally filling my lungs and dying. Always in pain always suffering and stressing with no sign of comfort any where in sight.
The waves beat at the shore
Abruptly pouncing
Slowly retreating
Again and again
White froth churning
My eyes watering
My throat tightening
I open my mouth
Nothing
Silence
Water blissfully moving by me
The silence so sweet
Yet saltier than the ocean waves
Neverending cerulean blue
Wading through this Atlantic oblivion
Wallowing in these dark depths
Deeper
Deeper
Laughing
Water filling my lungs
Crying
Needing you
Needing just a breath
A breath of your chlorine
Your toxic gases that are so inviting
That’ll save me
The waves beat against the shore
Abruptly pouncing
Slowly retreating
Again and again
The sea foam takes me, engulfs me swiftly
As if it’s last supper
You just watch
You don’t help me
I float among the waves, as they gently touch my shoulders
Their fingers so cool yet comforting
Something I craved
They whisper nothings in my ear
They encourage me to follow their maniacal, repetitive beating against the shore
I can finally let myself go
And let these waves take my hands and follow their peculiar dance
That is so freeing
In this freeing bliss
I can rest now
Not at peace but at blissful ignorance
And the thought that I tried
Walking along a path through forest’s green,
a clear running stream where I can fish.
A porch swing to sit and watch nature’s scene,
that is the heart of my Missouri wish.
Strolling through a tinted meadow at dawn,
the smell of wildflowers tickling my nose.
Black-eyed Susan, Blue Stem, Prairie Clover,
bright Coneflowers, Columbines, and Primrose.
Filling my lungs with the syrup of life,
spying the sun glinting between swaying leaves.
Hearing the melody of a robin’s song,
as it drifts upon a soft summer’s breeze.
Feel the glory of a morning’s sunrise,
as it fills the sky with a promised day.
Wonder at the beauty of sunset’s glow,
sleep sound and dream as worries drift away.
Stand in silence atop a grassy hill,
soaking in all that nature has to give.
Gaze across the beauty of God’s workshop,
knowing this is the Missouri way to live.
I can’t feel my knees.
I’m moving in earnest to stay afloat, yet
I can’t stop my heart.
Palpitations oncoming like waves in a tsunami, and
I can’t catch my breath.
I’m breathing as if it’s my last breath alive, but
I feel everything.
The weight on my shoulders, the water filling my lungs, so
I freeze.
Is time wandering without me, or
Am I drowning?
I feel everything all at once like a crash of a wave, but
The receding of the tide fills me with hope until the waves wash it away.
I am not okay.
I'm running from the darkness that follows me everywhere I turn,
I stumble, and then the darkness engulfs me.
I'm shivering in the dark and replaying scenes of my dark and bitter past,
The past I don't want to remember.
I'm looking for a way out but that's hard to find.
I've tried looking for a light, but the one I've found doesn't seem to shine.
I'm crumbling, breaking down because the walls of my mind aren't strong enough to keep me sane,
This darkness is seemingly seeping into my bones; it's filling my lungs with poisoned air...
I can't breathe.
And just when reality begins to fade away,
I see You.
The Son of Man come to save the lost,
The Light of the world fearlessly stepping down into darkness,
The King of Kings, who comes to restore hope to the poor.
You walk through the shadows surrounding me,
And even the darkness gives way to You.
You hold my hand and tell me, "Trust me, my timing's perfect".
And then I realize the truth,
I just needed to turn to Him,
To ask for His help, for Him to guide me...
For Him to be mine,
And me, His.
On this day, hummingbird's and cardinal's are signing aloud, flying all around me setting sail with a fall breeze filling my lungs full of fresh air. The cat's and dog's are all out relaxing and running all around the city with the children playing in the backyards with dad grilling, mom's in the kitchen preparing dessert and many great dishes for the wonderful day ahead with thoughts and feelings each step through. Now setting table with family and friends, enjoying and dining singing songs of praise like the bird's and bee's, flowers and tree's calling it in all prepared for the next day too come family reunion.
Breathing in God’s word;
filling my lungs with his grace.
I let fly out of sight
the things keeping me up
at night.
I harness my husband’s hand -
it is in plain reach.
His knuckles are ruddy,
veined with integrity.
I feel safe in his grasp,
even as he dreams.
Moreso, my Lord’s palm,
does love and protect;
The strong hold of God’s hand
surrounds me like a shield.
My breath is eventone;
I am relaxed.
Not so those who lie
to their partners, who drink
and sleep all day.
The sun gets gritty
behind their lids;
their eyes itch.
The twitching of the tales
they must spin, attempt
to remember then hit
those who won’t surrender
to the tall tales and white lies
they utter.
Under a soft blanket
with my ever after;
happily we joy
and suffer
for we know
we are planted in heaven;
its waters aplenty, its fruits
of harmony and rest,
its communion with the living
not the dead.
when you lie down,
you will not be afraid;
when you lie down,
your sleep will be sweet.*
8/30/2021
*Proverbs 3:24 NIV
God is good, God is great.
He puts breakfast, lunch, and dinner upon my plate.
He gives light to my eyes, so they may reflect upon the beauty of the world he did create.
He electrifies my heart, while filling my lungs with the air of his grace.
He strengthens my legs, so I may walk, and stand, after kneeling to pray.
He blesses my arms to hold family, protect, and create.
He bequeath endowment to my loins to procreate.
Through his mercy, I am allowed to father, to watch over and educate.
His infinite wisdom, gives my mind knowledge, in order to demonstrate.
How he can make a blind man see, and the evil about face.
His promises, filled with health and long days.
And when your exhausted, those lone footprints are him, carrying you the rest of the way.
Through this life that has weary days, and wicked ways.
To the road of the straight and narrow, leading to the pearly gates.
Crystalline floe’s fade in the amber glow;
shadows chill the foliage to white crystals
I cast my eyes to the orange and lavender sky
and breathe in the frosty splendor of the
snowy mountains silent facade.
A lone doe stands watching the river,
hoping perhaps for a drink of the thawing
aqua; I breathe in the scent of snow-laden
evergreens’ breath, filling my lungs.
In winter, the river is untainted,
as the crisp cleansing of the seasons’
frigidness will give birth to new beginnings;
I contemplate and revel in the
majesty of upcoming new births.
3-10-2021
CONTEMPLATION Poetry Contest
craig cornish
The pointy, colorful fish surround me
I feel my legs go numb
Their fins moving ever so slowly
What have I done?
I miss the seagulls cries, and the sound of the ocean waves.
I miss the bright beaming sun.
Now I’m underneath and I can’t escape.
Oxygen is no longer filling my lungs.
No air leaving my frail body
My legs are fully asleep.
The sand is entrapping me
And I can’t move a thing
This is not a gentle goodbye,
It’s terrifying and
I wish I could scream
But I can’t
I’m dying
~
Treading water,
drifting on jet streams
above setting suns,
reaching below to find that existence
is more than bobbing
up and down,
wishing the earth were still
as you make it move
breathing aromatic dreams,
filling my lungs with
sweet fragrance,
as I gasp for air,
my mouth opened,
suckling taut whispers
tickling my tongue
when palms sway upon
moistened flesh
peering down, peering up
as the tide comes
and I sink breathless
into the depths
of her love
~
As the water falls upon the rocks
The sounds become deafening
Calling to all that can hear
A peaceful tranquility
With birds singing and light winds blowing
I feel small drops of water tapping my face
As if it was God showing me his grace
For who else could have created this beautiful place
With my eyes closed I smell lilac among the tress
Filling my lungs with many different fragrances
A bouquet of flavors running through my mind
Here there is no time
For time has stopped at this beautiful place
To give you a chance to ignore the human race
Giving you a chance to remember
Adam in the garden with Eve
Contest: Picturesque Rhyme
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Date Created: 09/09/2019
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