birthday wishes and midnight prayers
hurried walks and blood baths
forgotten hymns and goose feathers
pick, grate, stomp, wring, nail
swallow, but don't chew
melt, rise, twist, churn
hear, but don't listen
mend, drain, close
stare, but don't look
float, rest
hold, but don't feel
live?
torn pages and mud puddles
bruised hearts and dead leaves
concrete souls and weary bodies
listen: dead bodies with blood prayers
feel: weary hearts with midnight hymns
look: pages. puddles. walks.
live.
About Me
- kelcey
- i'm uncertain of the future. and tend to see the glass as half-empty. nothing i do seems to live up to my standard. i'm trying to live a good life, but fail most times. and all of that is ok because i follow a savior who still pursues me. i'm just a girl amidst the millions of faces in this world. and yet, i'm loved intimately by a God who just wants me. and i'm learning what that means.
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