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Elizabeth Cary Poem
I am a dandelion and my world is a big meadow.
I'm growing on a cliff-side, I like to live on the edge.
Just blooming away, soaking up the sunlight beaming at me.
Needing a purpose so I can be everything I was made to be.
I was handcrafted, not a mistake.
I was placed on this earth, on the edge of this cliff to show others that I'm not afraid of heights.
To show all the people that ever put me down for being a weed,
That I was made for a reason.
Maybe to choke up plants, sure. But this weed has feelings too.
The burrs on my stalk hold me down. These furry things, I don't know what to make of them.
I seem to grow more and more and I can't get them off of me.
I'm trying to grow higher and higher but they're holding me down from my potential.
I see my fellow dandelions,
they're naked and happy.
Nothing holding them down.
They keep telling me about this breeze. A strong wind to prick the burrs off their stalk. And then an idea comes to me. So now...
I'm just waiting for a strong breeze to come pick me up and cast away all my fears and worries that I call dandelion seeds.
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Elizabeth Cary Poem
I walk into my room every day
seeing that closet. I wake up
and I think in my mind "there's
that sin."
It's a eternal evil, it's clawing at
the door, gnawing at my skin,
growing and groaning more and
more.
It's big and ferocious, my past
life it is. It's mean and scary
and I can never win.
My broken past met with my
brain and made memories, I
can't let go of this pain that is
forever chasing me.
I tried chaining it up, I try
holding it down, but it's no use!
My strength is no match for its
conviction and blood-shot
reproof.
I can't take this anymore, this
isn't fair! I'm not even that
person anymore and yet there
are scars I bare.
Manipulating, hideous,
tormenting, dangerous.
This present evil is tied at my
doorstep, tied at my post.
I want to burn it at the stake,
and leave the ashes to rot. I
want to forsake it so bad, but I
know it will forsake me not.
This terrible folly can go on no
longer, I've made no deals with
the devil and this is too much.
I need something, or someone
to take this animal away so it
will stop hurting me.
I need an exerting of a pain-
free peace, I need an excreting
of this soul-eating disease, I
want to be free!
God***
Daughter, Daughter! I'm right
here. I'm right by your side.
I've never left you, all through
your lows and even through
your highs!
You see that evil that gets at
you, you see that pain that
won't escape you, I can take
that off your shoulders.
Ill make it to where that
burning flame of evil is nothing
but a dying smolder.
I can take that evil away but
you must give me your past.
I can take that pain away but
this battle must be your last.
Give me the reins and ill drive
it away,
Give me your darkness and ill
give you another way.
Gods cares about your pain,
He cares about your struggles.
He has no fear in anything and
there's nothing too big for him to
battle.
He will take your sin down,
pumbled to the ground.
He'll make it look simple, like
popping a small pimple on the
face of your destiny,
Because he's got everything,
under control.
So give him full custody to your
past, and he'll give you a
limitless future.
-Elizabeth Cary
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Elizabeth Cary Poem
I used to be different. I used to
be just like you. I used to think,
to feel, to say, to do anything I
wanted to. I'm not that person
anymore, it comes at a price.
I'm forgiven because someone
sacrificed. His name is Jesus.
The rock on which I stand. He
was nailed on a cross, hand by
hand. I decided that I didn't
want to live a life for myself
anymore, because before, I
was torn. Unsure of my destiny,
heaven or hell, I decided to
stop running. Honestly, looking
back at where I've been, it was
the best decision I've ever
made. To make God my true
father, I've never been the
same. I have this hope as an
anchor for my soul, firm and
secure. I have hope for a
future, getting brighter the
more I venture into the dark of
this world. So today, if you feel
empty, broken, useless, stolen,
taken advantage of, forgotten
and made fun of, there's a God
who really cares about you. All
you have to do is accept him,
and he'll accept you for you.
-Elizabeth Cary
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Elizabeth Cary Poem
If you feel pain for the
forthcoming of tomorrow, then
don't go to sleep. Watch the
sun rise so you can see Gods
glory over the horizon and say
"maybe it's not as bad as I
thought."
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