tears.

I used to be addicted
to sorrow

melancholic tunes and
stabs at the heart
conjured up only painful images
of what once was
and what was
to be
laced with wistful promises
of a surreal happiness
emptiness now made certain
I ran
battered by fear
i ran
consumed
i ran
lost.


i ran

The clouds in the sky
seemed only too dark
swallowed the sky
as the sky wept
i couldn't tell
rain
from tears
they were my own

so i thought

once. maybe twice.
never again
but this is not to be
for there is One far greater

and through Him
has flowed
joy

I dream again.

love.hope.truth


"For I am the Lord your God, who takes hold of your right hand,
and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you." isaiah 41:13