Month: August 2014

Stepping close,
To get to know you.
Reaching out
To touch your skin.

Are you real,
Or just an apparition?
Do you hear
What I am saying?

Are you listening
To the meaning
Behind the words?
Can you feel me?

Let’s be friends.
We’ll make peace
With ourselves,
And with each other.

We will be true.
We won’t hide
Behind empty rhetoric,
Or trite comments.

We will reveal our hearts
And souls and minds.
I will be
Who I truly am.

You will be honest,
Sincere, matter of fact.
You will be
Up front with me.

No games.
No power trip.
No controlling.
No fixing.

I like to wear
My heart on my sleeve.
Perhaps,
It just feels better

Outside of its cage.

Can I tell you how I feel?
Perhaps not.
Perhaps, you don’t want to know.
Perhaps, you don’t believe
In being honest with your feelings.
You think that some thoughts
Should not be shared.
But how can you know me, then?
How can you ever get close?
Don’t you want to know
The real me, as opposed
To the me who I am on the outside?
You can’t know what I’m really like,
Unless I tell you.
You cannot see the beauty in my soul
Unless I uncover myself,
Peel away the social mask,
The pretend me.
I don’t want to be a fantasy.
I want to be real.
I want to be me.

Why do my own words
Sometimes disgust me?
Gentle babes in my arms,
Now they turn their backs

And laugh at me.
They curse my name,
Reminding me
That I am only a man.

They tell me
That I have nothing to say
Worth saying.
What is the truth?

Are these words
Worth saving?
Is my mind
Just a wasteland

Of scattered thoughts,
Insecure feelings,
And random tangents
Of distraction?

Where is the meaning
In these silly phrases?
What is the redemption
For which I seek

In stuttering sentences
And asphyxiated hints
Of passing insights
That now escape me?

Perhaps,
It is all just a silly game,
And the joke is on me.
Seriously.

What am I afraid of?
This sickness in my stomach,
That won’t go away.

Anxiety ripples
Through my body.
Is it God,

Or is it man?
Perhaps both.
But I know

Who I am
And whose I am.
And I know

Who holds the future.
If God knows
Even when the

Little sparrow falls,
I know he watches me.
I must sing

Because I’m happy,
And I must sing,
Because I’m free.

God will take care of me,
And my little worries.
He will be there,

Every step of the way.
He will carry
All my burdens.

No matter what,
I am his child.
With his help,

I can do this!