Letters fall together, key stroke by key stroke, line by line. Scribbling in my journal or into my notes app on my phone, they fall together into words that fit together like a puzzle crafted just for me.
Sometimes they sink together in a perfect fit and other times they move awkwardly together with spaces between their pieces that leave room for your imagination to fill. Maybe it is poetry, maybe it is storytelling. Either way, these are my beautiful words.
BEAUTIFUL
WORDS
Letters
Pen Pals
We said
that’s what we could be
Forbidden friendship across the great divide
of broken relational chasm
Forty Thousand Feet
Forty thousand feet up
Weightless sinking into the clouds
Of tears
Weeping silently through the turbulence stained glass
Triple glazed windows a peephole over the land I leave
Taking me forcefully away
But I am a kite
Holy Saturday
My friend is dead
I listened as he took his last breath
His eyes
While brimming with pain of life leaving
Slightly choking
Lifting himself up straining
His tired head
Curtains
That fine ever so fading
Line between
Here
And almost gone
Going
But not yet
Palestine Embrace
His embrace was warm and kind
Yet I fought it
White knuckled accepting his gift of seeing me
A moment so many would have missed
His golden hued eyes
Caught the glisten in mine
Fear
It’s a funny thing, how
This thing called fear keeps me trapped
Away from being me.
I feel sad.
These boxes and walls contain me inside shells of different names and none of them are mine
Swimming in the Rain
Somewhere along the way
I stopped having fun
Between my mom shoving her emotional load into
My little barely formed hands
And my dad stumbling over tears and
Shutting doors to my wide wet eyed
Overflowing waterfall of my inner world trying
To process abuse and confusion