old poetry
A few months ago I found a notebook of mine from high school. It was a notebook I would take around with me on mission trips, to camps and youth group. Also, I used it as an outlet to write songs and poetry. It’s been interesting reading through these poems that I had so darkly written. They were for nobody but myself. I was definitely in a dark place in my life. However, now that that time in my life has passed and that darkness has been made into light I can share these poems as a celebration of my journey through life. Here’s an example of the most complete one I found.
It’s all in my head,
frustrations and things that have been said.
It seems to keep growing and growing,
there’s always something else
and always something more.
The pain and suffering,
what does God have in store?
I want to see You,
but I don’t.
I want to touch You,
but I can’t.
It’s all so confusing!
what is it keeping me from you?
Maybe I’m just underestimating you…
maybe you’re really there
but I’m used it it.
Or maybe I’ve lost connection
and I really can’t hear you
and it’s impossible to touch you.
Oh, God, I cry…
create in me a clean heart
and renew my stumbling spirit!
