Tonight, I pulled this poem out of somewhere inside of me. From where exactly, I'm not sure. I wrote it four years ago, then completely forgot about it; but tonight I started randomly quoting lines from it (inside my head, of course). It's not super good or anything, it was just my thoughts at a point in time; and interestingly, my current thoughts are very similar to what I was feeling at the exact moment I wrote this. Weird how life takes us in circles sometimes.
On Forgetting
I have forgotten...
there is depth in your action.
I am in this place where thoughts fuzz
but when I look beyond the curtain, beyond everything,
I know you are there.
In that crevice where I shove you.
Expanding like frozen water.
Rocking me like a sleeping child.
And that is enough for me.
Good, faithful, and everything real.
You are greater.
On Forgetting
I have forgotten...
there is depth in your action.
I am in this place where thoughts fuzz
but when I look beyond the curtain, beyond everything,
I know you are there.
In that crevice where I shove you.
Expanding like frozen water.
Rocking me like a sleeping child.
And that is enough for me.
Good, faithful, and everything real.
You are greater.
1 comments:
Lovely, Markie! I just found one of the first songs I ever wrote and I had a whole new appreciation for it. Love ya girl!
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