I am in love with art,
With the way people create their own worlds,
Tell their own stories,
Decorate a blank space,
Make something beautiful out of nothing.
I am in love with art
And with people.
Different personalities,
Values, and passions,
But each one is special.
Soft moments of tender care,
Eyes full of fire,
Smiles of pure joy.
I am in love with the world
And with art and with life.
I am in love with blue skies and sunsets,
With wind and warm hugs.
I am in love with love.
I love with such intensity
It all becomes a part of me,
Sewn into my patchwork heart,
Invading every fiber of my being
And driving out the dark.
I am a bird
In a cage
Locked away,
My yellow feathers
Seen by none.
I’m all alone,
The only one.
The walls are of conformity.
I can no longer fly free.
Every day,
They try to dye my feathers gray.
They tell me I should hide,
Ignore the light inside.
This cage is small and strong.
It tries to keep me down,
But I won’t ever fall;
My wings won’t brush the ground.
They’ll try to take my heart,
To bring me to the dark,
But I will always fight
And struggle for the light.
I’ll find the one
To let me out.
I can’t do this on my own,
But I won’t always be alone.
I know there’s someone out there
To help a bird like me,
But until I can find them,
I’ll stay here,
Caged
But free.
Be strong for someone else.
Be the rock
When they need help.
I listen to my brother’s worries
And let him ramble to me daily.
I talk to my Dad when he feels down.
When my sister’s hurting,
I’m always around.
My Mom, she shares her life with me;
Her joy and frustration,
Everything.
I help them when they’re down,
When they need to get the feelings out.
A distraction or an escape,
I can be there
Right away.
Maybe I don't do the most,
But I listen and I care,
And I am strong
By being there.
I am a pen
Picked up and set down
Again and again.
Some days I write
Lists of lies,
Others I’ll plan
One day at a time.
I’ve been ignored before.
I’m not like the computer.
I guess Google Docs
Holds onto thoughts better,
But the computer isn’t there
In your pocket
For sweet thoughts out and about.
The best poems come from pens
And that’s without a doubt.
She doesn’t stand a chance,
Won’t order on her own,
Can’t speak up to a stranger.
She can’t sing.
She can’t dance.
They tell her she should try.
“Never give up, fly high.”
She doesn’t stand a chance,
But she picks up the pen and writes,
Takes the brush and fights.
In front of the mirror,
She tries to dance.
Maybe she’ll get a chance.
She’s off to the big city.
She’s buying her own coffee.
She says, “I like your dress,”
To someone she didn’t know.
She’s dancing with the others
Outside before the show.
She’s only in the crowd
And no one even knows,
But she’s here,
And she’s alive,
And she has a chance.
They were there before me.
They taught me how to be,
How to walk and how to talk.
They even taught me how to breathe.
Mom has always been there,
Soft comfort in the night,
She held me when I was a baby,
Still hugs me when I cry.
Dad is like my rock,
Someone I can depend on.
They say we’re too alike,
And that’s why we’d always fight,
But in the end we’d come back,
Because he understands
Like nobody else can.
They are the ones who taught me
Things like numbers and theology.
Because of them I write and paint
And believe in a world to be made.
Mom and I could walk together
All night and all day,
Talking all of our troubles away.
Dad and I could sit for hours
Trading tricks on our computers,
And sharing our strange humor.
There aren’t enough words to describe
The impact they have on my life,
But this one thing is sure:
If ever they were lost,
I’d miss them for forever
“Who are your friends?” they ask.
Really, it’s a short list.
Still, every name is special,
A bead upon the string,
The string around my wrist.
We never did wear bracelets.
Our necklaces got lost,
No symbols to be seen.
Life’s the only string we’ve got.
K has always been there,
My leader, everything she shares,
A silver bead, the centerpiece.
A stood up for me,
Strength and care she shows,
A maroon bead that glows.
A and E don’t go too deep,
Still, excited fun we seek,
A sunlight bead of happy.
S is one who writes like I do,
He inspires me to try things new,
A cerulean bead who encourages me.
L and M have come and gone;
In distant past, R and J slipped away.
Still, their colored beads remain.
I’ve got these beads upon my wrist,
And if I had only one wish,
I’d repay all of their friendship
And give them only happiness.
Sometimes, “I love you,”
Sounds like, “Don’t work too hard.”
Sometimes it sounds like,
“Let me help you.”
“Stay safe.”
“You look pretty today.”
“It’ll all be ok.”
“I like when you relax.”
“You’re my comfort.”
“Who else would I tell this to?”
“You’re such a big doof.”
“I love you,” sounds like
Wordless hugs,
Useless gifts,
Inside jokes,
Sugary snacks,
Warming hands,
Pats on the back.
“I love you,”
Is watching out for the other;
What makes them smile,
The needs they don’t voice.
No matter what,
Love is a choice.
It isn’t just the words we say,
But the things we do,
Every day.
Sometimes, “I love you,”
Sounds like something else.
An old yarn lies in the woods
At the base of a tree,
Colors faded over time,
Protecting that tree.
Nature ignores the thread.
As leaves crowd it out,
The yarn still lies there
And circles its base.
Alone, without a face,
The world tried to erase
This yarn of fate.
It still lies in the woods.
My mind is a shelf of drawers,
Each with different contents;
Brushes and pencils to paint my reality.
Some are set aside to bide their time,
Like words lost between the lines.
Some are open, spilling out
Every time I laugh and shout.
Some are neat.
Some are messy.
Every drawer is part of me.
Don’t you love the cool kids
Who follow the trends they actually like,
Who don’t give up without a fight?
Who are smart and not afraid to show it,
Talented and they know it?
Don’t you love the kids with passion,
Be it cooking, sports, or fashion?
And the kids who like to contemplate,
Who care about the world they make?
Don’t you love the kids who make us laugh,
Who give without asking back?
Who goof off with those closest to them,
Who screw up again and again?
Don’t you love the kids who try to be chill,
But you see a smile break through, still?
The chaotic kids, so full of life,
It’s love or hate, in the blink of an eye.
Don’t you love the kids, unafraid,
Who will gladly look like a fool,
Who are so unashamedly lame
That it makes them cool?
Pennsylvania,
Called Penn’s Woods,
Filled with trees,
Founded on freedom,
Built on belief.
There’s a bell that I’ve never seen,
A famous symbol of liberty.
In Philadelphia, historic walls
Of brotherly love for one and all.
This is the land of Hershey,
The timeless snack of unity.
The land of Great Lake Erie
And Oliver Hazard Perry.
These beaches tell of courage.
“Don’t give up the ship!” they said.
Pennsylvania is my job at the small grocery store,
And the elderly and disabled
Who come through the door
With those willing to help them out,
Who can always give more.
Pennsylvania is the church buried in the woods,
With only twenty members
Who go there every Sunday and Tuesday
To remember
How we’re saved.
Our Savior died on a tree
To take the sins of you and me.
We walk in faith,
We live in love,
Because of this great sacrifice
From heaven above.
This is the Pennsylvania I see
From the small town of Harborcreek.
These woods may be different for another,
But no matter what,
Pennsylvania is like no other.
The shot rings out.
Smoke fills the air.
Around the world,
The headlines blare
Blurred out words
And muffled noise.
Soldiers aren’t people
But only toys.
What is war?
A foreign drama
To those in prosperity.
For politicians, a game
With life as a chess piece.
King me.
The road to honor,
Or rout to defeat.
What is war?
Bloody hands
Clinging to hope.
Desperate hearts.
One place to go.
Words nobody ever heard.
The people’s needs have been ignored.
There’s always a way,
But nobody said there wouldn’t be pain.
What is war?
War is victory and defeat,
Homeless children in the street.
Hand that she won’t hold again,
Prints he can’t leave in the sand.
Ruined lives and broken times.
War is where the heroes die.
What is war?
Courage and honor,
A cause to believe in.
To a broken problem,
A broken solution.
Those fighting the fight.
The dark before the light.
This is war.
What if I don't want to be an artist?
I'm not giving up,
Not on the real dream,
But this is the reality.
Why do you act like I'm giving up?
I want to make art for me
And really touch
Whoever's in reach.
Why is nobody ok with that?
Am I really giving up?
Take the pieces of my puzzle,
Throw them in the air,
But hold on
To what's still there.
I want to create.
I want to inspire,
To make someone's eyes
Rise a little higher.
I want to be me
And help you to be you.
I want to be free
And free others, too.
It's not about likes,
I just want to fly.
Hold onto that dream
And I'll be just fine.
I am the night
I am warm lights
Hidden in the dark
I am quiet breath
Beating of my heart
I am pens on paper
Hands in hair
Wild mind, but still I'm there
I am the silent pause
When I turn out the light
I am the navy peace
Found at this time of night
I am purring cats, pajama pants
And music in my headphones
I am safe here
And I am not alone
God is here beside me
Hold my hand, Lord
You are my future hope
Singing me to sleep
Before I reach
Your planned tomorrow
I want to stay up all night.
I want to write until my fingers bleed,
Painting with my blood,
And every part of me.
I want to know what it feels like to work hard,
Keep moving through and past the dark.
I want to go until my body breaks,
Destroy myself for something great.
Sleeping early is a sign of weakness.
I’m not good enough
If I don’t work myself sick,
But there’s still a me-sized dent in my bed,
Taunting me as my resolves reach their end.
I hate myself.
I don’t want to be anyone else,
But I wish I could escape me,
Stop being this lazy.
I used to say anything was possible,
But there’s a lot I can’t do,
Always thought I was motivated.
I guess that’s not true.
I’m a loser and I didn’t even know it.
I look in the mirror and hate that me,
But is she really who You see?
You see Your creation,
Tired and broken
But healed by salvation,
Worthy by Your hand,
Though on her own she can’t stand,
A girl doing what she can do,
A girl ready to live for You.
She fails again every day,
But You pick her up,
Just the same.
Tired, weary, and put to the test,
It’s only in You
That she can find rest.
I'm caught in the vortex
Of my own mind
Helpless frustration
All of the time
Everything I like is wrong
Not because it's bad
But just because
It never stops
I talk too much
They hate everything I say
And it hurts because I know
I know that I'm a pain
I'm too shy
I don't want to be afraid
But still meek anxiety
Drives me insane
I want to make everyone happy
Be everything for them
But I just keep on failing
Again and again and again
I got sucked down the vortex
Vortex of a teenage mind
In this rolling, racing vortex
Questions are all I can ever find
This crazy vortex
Feels like a roller coaster
I'll fight through what comes next
This isn't over
In this cold and lonely vortex
I'll never be alone
God is here beside me
Guiding me back home
A gentle breeze in my mind
The softest hand holds my heart
My life is in His grip
He's held me from the start
I'm caught in the vortex
Vortex of my racing mind
In this colorful vortex
Everything will turn out fine
We’re two of a kind, you and I,
Living in both the day and the night.
We each have two modes:
Quiet and loud.
We feel so much more
Then the rest of the crowd.
Our emotions are on a different level.
They’ll never understand.
We value little things in life,
Sweet flowers in our hand.
We want to be a light,
Do all that we can do.
Warm, gentle, and caring,
Yes, that’s me and you.
We’re both so active in spirit,
We just have to let it out,
Try all different things,
Be creative now.
We are the old souls
In our deepest contemplations,
And the most youthful children
In our wonder and our actions.
We are love and light,
Soft, calm comfort,
Blazing fire of compassion,
Vibrant hues of life.
We are contradictions,
Complex mazes of the mind.
Yes, that’s us,
We’re two of a kind.
We are the kids that never grew up
Another year
So much to fear
Resolutions and goals
Guess we were the fools
Diets stop within the week
Giving up on what we seek
Determined for a single day
Until it simply falls away
A new year
New failure
What we want to change
Always makes a point to stay
What we need to stay
Is bound someday to change
Time flows too fast
They'll fall away
They'll never last
Moving on without us
No one left to trust
When we're stuck here
Trapped by our fear
Running in circles alone
Trapped in this box we call home
Surrounded by the rolling racing tide
But we can't enjoy the ride
Right here we stay stuck
The kids who never grew up
They say we'll learn and grow
How do they know
They mock all of the adults
Who act like kids
Who won't give their all
Don't know how to exist
How long before that's you or me
Just when will we be
The kids who never grew up
Still we keep going
In the box, our own current flowing
The perfect future
We haven't found
Dusty wings brush the ground
Pulling, hoping, running, falling
Rushing, rising, living, flying
Maybe we didn't grow up
Maybe we're still stuck
In our quirky reality
But we can still be
The kids who rose above
The kids who never gave up
I hate waking up to your neatly made bed beside mine.
I hate how you're motivated all of the time.
I live on mac'n'cheese while you eat healthy.
I get frustrated and you overflow with positivity.
You can dance choreographed steps around me.
I don't even know about half of your hobbies.
Unlike my mess, you're always aesthetic.
You're so good at everything, it makes me sick.
I'm shaped wrong, but you're perfectly pretty.
You're always cute, not awkward like me.
You're so much faster than me.
You know exactly what you want to be.
You're two steps ahead of me.
I'm two steps behind you.
You're running away, I'm losing hope.
Please wait for me, where did you go?
I'm lost alone.
I don't know what to do.
I just want to be like you.
The clouds came apart
Like a star split;
A cosmic explosion
Pulls the curtains back
And opens the world.
Rock hard cold is gone,
If only for a day.
A sweet trickle fills the sky,
Chasing the dark away.
A warm wind kisses my cheek,
Full of bittersweet memory.
When I found the melody of our summer
Amid cold and frigid winter.
A new dream unlocked inside of me,
An anticipation,
The culmination of
Everything I love,
A wonder for life.
I was ready to learn to fly
The day my wings began to grow,
Unfolding under winter snow,
Verses floating in my mind,
Magic I could almost find.
Puzzle pieces fall together
In this preview for warmer weather.
Life is not just memory,
But present joy,
The joy to breathe,
Every moment getting higher.
Passion burns in me like fire.
I still remember broken nights,
But on and on and on I’ll fight,
If only for the days like this,
When cold holds off,
When warm resists,
When highs and lows of adrenalin
Leave me in the place I’m in.
I don’t want to be a poet,
Writing out my dreams.
I don’t want to be an artist,
Putting images to fantasy.
I don’t want to be a blogger,
Typing out relationships.
I don’t want to be a dancer,
Moving wild and free.
I don’t want to be a singer,
Shouting out a story.
I don’t want to be
Crippled by a dream.
I want to be a daughter,
Making my parents proud.
I want to be a sister,
Giving my siblings smiles.
I want to be a friend,
Giggling through the night.
I want to be an encouragement,
Picking others up.
I want to be a Christian,
Living in the light.
I want to be a human,
Living vibrantly.
Creating magic
In the world around me.
I don’t want to miss a moment,
Focusing on only one thing.
I don’t want to be alone
In my world of beauty.
I want to write.
I want to draw.
I want to blog.
I want to dance.
I want to sing.
I want to have fun.
I want to smile.
I want to talk.
I want to laugh.
I want to help.
I won’t be
Crippled by a dream.
I will be a human.
I will write, draw, blog, dance, and sing.
I will have fun, smile, talk, laugh, and help.
I will live vibrantly.
What if artists
Never aged?
What if dreamers
Stayed the same?
Adults at birth,
Working
For our goals,
Running
For our dreams.
Always young at heart
Never growing old.
Ever rising passion,
Simple wonder at the world.
Age
Is just a number
Maybe
We can choose it.
Old and wise,
Young and vibrant,
What if
We could have it all?
What if
There were no limits?
I want to run away.
Why does ordinary have to be reality?
I wish I were insane.
Logical thoughts hold me back.
Why do I have to be a good kid?
It would be so much easier
If I didn't care.
I wish I didn't care.
I want to run away
But everything holds me back.
I can only escape
Into the grotto of my mind
But it's lonely up there.
I want to share it with you.
Should I share it?
Please be my escape.
Can we run away together
Right where we are?
Anxiety
I want to scream
Everything is impossible
I want to be it all
But I'm nothing
Just drowning
Running out of time
Can't keep myself in line
I need to hold on
But I'm falling apart
Maybe I should let go
But I don't know where to start
And it kills me to be like this
Writing another depressing poem
About everything and nothing
Seemingly real problems
That don’t exist
But I need to get it out
Sometimes I want to run away
But the person I really need to escape is me
I could leave it all behind
To have a great adventure
But I'd still be by myself
My thoughts wheeling faster
I just want to go
But I know I won't
Why am I such a good kid
Why do I have to care about others’ feelings
Why do I have to feel my own
I need an escape
I used to find it in my mind
But now everything is so tangled
I’d get lost up there
I guess I'll just keep going
On this rocky path
I'll work until I am everything I want to be
It might be the wrong mentality
But determination can't hurt
If I'm already broken
I'll keep pursuing my dreams
And try to enjoy the journey
Even when it feels like the earth
Is swallowing me
I can't run away
But maybe I can fly to new heights
Someday
Am I mad?
This is a story told fictionally
About an insane girl named me.
Up is down, down is up.
Stop is go, go is stop.
The story happens in my head.
Is it real?
Am I real
Or am I dead?
My thoughts are one psychotic pool
And me, the fool,
Writing them out so they look cool.
Am I thoughtful?
Am I deep,
Or is this just cheap,
A plastic cover
Over my ravings and my rhymes
At the most confusingly normal of times.
A friend is someone
To always be happy for you.
A friend is someone
Who lets you see their messy room.
A friend is someone
To be there forever.
A friend is someone
Who dances like they don't care with you.
A friend is someone
To act like a kid with at any age.
A friend is someone
Who takes selfies and vacuums candy with you.
A friend is someone
To get into messes with.
A friend is someone
Who laughs with you.
A friend is someone
To share crazy memories with.
A friend is someone
Who plots with you.
A friend is someone
To make you enjoy watching the stupid movie.
A friend is someone
Who lets you be weird.
A friend is someone
To whip pillows at.
A friend is someone
Who can stay up all night with you.
A friend is someone
To talk to.
A friend is someone
Who makes you smile.
"I'll always love ponies.”
"No, you won't."
“I’ll never like a boy band."
"Yes, you will."
"I won't be a teenager."
"But you can't choose that."
I was a vibrant little girl,
Always with a smile
And a funny thing to say.
I practically lived in my imagination.
Dad called it Abbyland.
I was always singing along
To the theme songs of my favorite cartoons
Over and over
And playing ponies
All day long
But then the cheesy songs faded out
And the ponies trotted away
Gradually,
So I didn't notice.
Now I'm fourteen years old,
Something I never thought would happen.
Here I am.
I used to think I'd never change,
That I couldn't if I tried.
Now I'm not so sure.
I'm a teenager.
How long before I dress like it?
When will I start to hide myself in makeup?
How long before my dolls go untouched? When will video games rot my mind?
Has it already started?
I like a boy band.
This is the beginning of the end.
Maybe I should just give in
And follow the trends,
But I don't want to be
Just any regular teen.
I'm not giving up on me.
I guess this is normal.
I'm just growing,
But what if we can grow too far?
What if we can forget who we are?
When do we outgrow our personality?
Am I leaving myself behind me?
What if I could just flip back a page
And be that little girl again?
Who is she?
Where is she?
I want her
To still be me.
I guess it's good
That life goes on
And bad times pass,
But what's the price?
The good times fade off, too,
And we're left
To miss ourselves.
I'm thinking all this through,
My mind is one big mess,
When the sun smiles down on me,
Relieving all the stress.
I'm six years old again,
Reaching for the sky.
Limits, they don't matter.
I feel like I can fly.
Nothing has changed.
We don't change.
We can't.
What if we just expand?
I've learned to try new things,
And that is good.
I don't need dolls or ponies to be me,
And that is good.
The present is forming around the past,
Like the rings of a tree
Coming in fast.
The first is still there,
Close to the core.
Maybe it's just hiding
To make room for more.
Maybe if I let it happen
And don't go to extreme or extreme,
It'll happen gracefully
And that tree
Will still be me.
Maybe I should just live for life
And like what I like.
I don’t usually go with the flow,
But I won't try or try not to grow.
Maybe someday I'll buy ripped jeans
And try a croptop,
But if I do,
I hope I'll smile in the mirror
And remember to remember
Every heartbeat that brought me there.
Remember who I was,
Who will still be
Who I am.
Remember to cherish every moment.
I'll learn a little maturity,
But I won't lose me.
I've always been here.
Is it wrong to like good music?
Am I still me if I don't watch kids shows?
The outside doesn't define me.
I know
I will always be
That child
At heart.
You wake up
To the blue and purple haze
Of a dream.
Sleep is heavy on your eyes.
Part of you is still in that world
Where everything is light and carefree.
The rest of you is in reality,
Feeling heavy and exhausted.
You're disappointed
Because a dream is just that:
A dream.
You know it now.
What do you do?
You could roll over
And try to go back to sleep,
Or you could rub your eyes,
Push away the mist,
And get up.
Slip your shoes on.
Say hello to the morning.
Greet the world.
Live in reality
And bring your dream along.
Take a step
Even just a small one,
And then take another
To bring that dream
Into reality.
Do you believe in magic?
In worlds through wardrobe doors?
Do you believe in wizards' schools?
In good to evil wars?
I believe.
After all, what is logic to begin with?
The fundamental way things are,
Plain and simple,
But what if there's another logic?
What if things are fixed differently for others?
What if some things aren’t fixed at all?
What if anything is possible?
That’s the only logic.
My heart believes in magic.
My head believes it, too,
But deep deep down,
In both head and heart,
I know I'll never see it.
The closet holds no world for me.
There's nothing between platforms nine and ten.
I believe in magic,
But magic won't believe in me.
I have seen magic.
Oh, silly me!
I don't need the talking animals.
I can do without the spells.
I have seen magic—
The magic of a smile,
The magic of transfiguring tears,
And time’s own diamond vial.
I believe in fairy bells
That tinkle as we laugh,
In the vigorous dance of life,
And the beat to which we tap
I believe in worlds of words,
Pages that invite you in.
I believe in color and in light,
Where magic can begin.
I believe in magic,
The magic of my life.
I may never meet a unicorn
Or greet the mighty centaur,
But who’s to say
That they aren’t real?
Magic is real.
After all,
We're alive
And surrounded by magic
All the time.
Six pages.
I have six pages
Of scattered words,
Broken rhymes,
Unhinged ideas of identity,
And fake confidence.
"I know who I am,”
The poems struggle to say.
Sure, I know who I am.
I'm not worried,
Not about that,
But what about who I was,
Who I will be?
If I can change so fast,
Who am I, really?
What does any of it mean?
Six pages
Of trying to understand myself,
Of brain battles,
Of tangling myself around.
I'm a spider
Caught in my own web.
What have I found?
Nothing.
I'm more confused than ever.
I've only learned that I,
Whoever I am,
Am my own worst enemy.
I still have six pages.
Six pages
That I'm trying to unscramble,
Six pages
That I will figure out.
Six pages
Can't get the best of me.
Whoever I am,
I'm determined.
Six pages
Don't stand a chance.
It was the very beginning.
All was perfect,
Like a beautiful Van Gough,
Until the fall.
God gave His people a choice,
Good or evil,
Purity or defilement.
They chose to sin.
Like black splotches
Blanketing the canvas,
We are all tainted.
Anyone who has ever done wrong
Is an evil sinner.
No matter how small the deed,
However many good things we’ve done,
It doesn't matter.
You are an evil sinner.
I am an evil sinner.
Every person
Ever to live,
All sinners
Except one.
Long ago, a Child was born
In a manger,
A humble birth for a king,
For the King,
The Son of God,
The Artist coming to restore His painting.
It was the second beginning.
That Child,
Christ,
Would become our Savior.
Justice says that
Sinners deserve to die.
Mercy says that
We're no longer sinners.
Christ took our sin,
Forgave it,
And died to pay for it.
All we have to do
Is trust
In Him
To be saved.
I will be saved.
You can be saved.
Death came from sin,
So Christ defeated both.
His grave is empty.
Now He is in Heaven,
The unspoiled picture.
I will meet Him there one day.
Will you?
When I'm having of a bad day,
I just put you on replay,
And soon I'm ok.
The music gets me inspired.
I want to make worlds,
Just to go higher.
Even if I'm tired,
I'm full of energy
And so I'm ready
To go be me.
I want to hear your song all night.
School starts going extra slow.
I spend twenty minutes on a question I know.
The music is the only thing on my mind.
It's all confusing;
I still feel fueled,
But so ill-timed.
School lasts all day long
And my night is burned on the song.
I have nothing to do with the ideas, you see,
I’ve run out of time to be me.
This is like a drug.
It's like a medicine,
But I'm addicted.
It helps me,
Heals me,
But too much only gets me hurt.
Now I'm sick and burned.
"What did I do?"
I need to balance on this narrow tightrope.
You inspire me to take the best of life,
Make the best in life,
So I just need to stop,
Focus,
Hit reset,
And full speed ahead.
You're my fuel
As long as I'm careful
So you don't become my engine fire.
As long as I don’t start a fire,
You can only bring me higher.
It's a magical moment
When you look in the mirror
And realize you're beautiful,
Frizzy hair, acne, big nose, double chin, and all.
It's a magical moment
When you look in the mirror
And let the inside color the outside.
It's a magical moment
When you look in the mirror
And decide to use the same lens
That you'd use on anybody else
To really see yourself.
It's a magical moment.
When you look in the mirror
And see your flaws
Without letting them define you.
It's a magical moment
When you look in the mirror
And love the person smiling back at you.
It's a magical moment
When you look in the mirror
And realize God knew what He was doing
When He put you together.
It's a magical moment
When you look in the mirror
And realize you don't need it anymore.
I'm exhausted.
What are these emotions?
Where did they come from?
I feel so happy
I want to cry,
But I'm all heavy and helpless.
I want to cry.
All I can do is live,
But why do I live so slowly?
I want to fly,
But I keep pulling myself down.
How do I get out of my way?
This is all nothing.
I'm making it up in my head
But it feels so real.
Why do I almost like it?
A hundred words I'm trying to say
Blare in my ears,
But I can feel the immense silence
Behind them.
Am I really saying anything?
I want to pour my heart out,
To write my every feeling,
But I don't know where to start
Or where to go.
Is this real?
I don't understand.
I don't know.
But there's a pencil in my hand
And I'm holding on to it.
Holding on to my words,
All of the colorful thoughts in my mind.
Holding on to each smile
That floats me through the day.
Holding on.
I guess I'll start there.
Ugh.
I want to scream
Or cry.
My mind is fuzzy.
I want to sleep,
But dreams are better
In the day.
Every morning
I think, ‘This is the day.
Today I'll do everything right.’
Every night
I feel heavy as a weight.
‘Sleep tonight,
I'll do tomorrow right,’
I always tell myself.
So the cycle goes.
Filled with painful ninety percents
On schoolwork
And too many saves on Pinterest.
In between.
My words mean nothing.
I say what I'll do
To start or end the circular day,
But I never do it.
I say it to keep my wheels turning.
I don't want to stop moving.
Even if I ride in the same old ruts
Over and over again,
At least I'm moving.
The circle grows smaller
Little by little.
I'm growing dizzy.
I spiral smaller and smaller
And soon I'll have nowhere to go.
Dizzy, so dizzy.
I need to get out.
I need to break free.
These ruts,
Why do they hold me?
I'm done
Running in circles.
There are infinite tomorrows,
More blank pages,
New roads to explore.
A whole future for me to write.
I need to start somewhere.
I'll go for today
Before today is yesterday.
It might be scary,
But I'm so dizzy there are stars in my eyes,
So I don't care.
I'm going for it.
The rut is broken.
No more, 'This or that will be the time.’
This
Is
The time.
Now my head is clear.
Type A,
Are you serious?
Type B,
I can't stand this.
Type C,
I mean it, please stop.
Type D,
You can't just put me in a box.
What do you think we are?
Are humans so simple
That you can sort us out
Like Uno cards?
Well, skip my turn.
Count me out.
I'm a wildcard.
Are we all red, blue, green, or yellow?
What about teal, vermillion, lilac, magenta?
I don't want to be a normal color.
What is normal?
No two people are exactly alike,
So nobody is normal.
We're all a different shade,
But even that is too limited.
I told you, I'm a wildcard.
You can keep lying if you want.
I don't mind if you're ok with
"Type normal",
But I think I'll go with
Type me.
I'm sunshine and flowers
On any day.
I'll always be happy
Whatever you say.
I look for the rainbows
And make friends with the stars.
I'll dance in a deluge.
When I slip, I won’t get scars.
I'm not oblivious.
Fake? Not me.
I know the state of the world,
But I'm really happy.
Why?
I know this:
Flowers bloom,
The sun rises,
And children laugh.
For every hurtful word
There's an encouraging hug.
For every wound
There’s a bandage hidden somewhere.
I know about the darkness,
But I live in the light.
That's why I smile like this.
What's the secret to success?
Please tell me if you know.
I've seen inspiration quotes
And all the anecdotes
Of lame to fame,
How they became
Larger than the stars.
How did they go so far?
Was it by being who they are?
They say it starts with a dream.
Well, we've all got one of those,
Big or small,
Tiny or tall.
So what do we do with that dream?
It's more simple than it may seem.
Start the ride,
Put one foot before the other
And hold on tight.
They say a very small percent makes it.
A high percent knows that
And doesn't try.
A high percent gives up,
Because they're lazy
Or scared
Or "too busy."
You're never too busy to dream
Never too busy to try.
A high percent gets discouraged,
But you don’t have to.
Just enjoy the journey
So you won’t lose the destination.
It might sound like a hard climb,
But all you need to do
Is focus on today.
Get up right now.
Do it.
Take a step.
You really can’t know
Unless you try.
Maybe I'm cool.
Maybe I'm fine,
But when I'm with you.
I lose my mind.
I might be insane,
But why use my brain?
It's fun to be stupid.
We don't break the rules,
We don't cross the lines,
But we might break our bones,
And the lines do get bent.
We're teenage girls
Expanding our worlds
And this is the best time.
To be alive.
I'm normally calm.
Compared to other kids I'm an angel,
But I'm still stupid
And smart about it.
I am careful
That as far as I can see,
The only person I could hurt is me,
So let's go a little crazy
And laugh until it hurts
And then just be.
I know what my heart is like;
My heart mirrors the brightest sunflower
Turning upward
To face the sun,
To let the beauty define her
As it fills her up.
I am changed by the beauty around me.
Hello, here's my name,
But my friends call me Abby.
I live in a world
Completely my own.
My Dad used to call it Abbyland
I think it's my imagination.
I've always been a silly little girl
Wearing poofy skirts and patterned pants,
Doodling my heart out,
Scribbling down stories,
Dressing up my dolls,
Dancing along to Disney theme songs,
And making my friends laugh.
I'm a bit dramatic.
(Maybe more than a bit)
I can be serious when I want to,
I like some "boring" things,
And I'm really good at school,
But it all just adds to the vibrant mesh of me,
Who I've always been
And who I'll always be.
There's just one thing.
I'm 14 years old,
Something I never thought would happen.
I used to say I'd never be a teenager.
Well, here I am.
I'd say I'd never change,
But now I'm not so sure.
"I'll always like My Little Pony."
"No you won't."
"I'll never like a boy band."
"Yes you will."
They were right.
I don't know what happened to my pony figures
But they're gone
And I don't care like I want to.
I can't believe it
But I'm a fan of BTS.
I can't help but love their personality,
Their message,
Their music.
Is it wrong to love good music?
Am I still me if I don't watch kid shows anymore?
It all sounds so stupid,
But if that can change so fast,
What else will I gain and lose?
I'm a teenager.
How long before I dress like one?
How long before my dolls go untouched?
When will I start to hide myself in makeup?
When will violent video games rot my mind?
I don't want to grow up.
They make it sound all great on TV,
But it's a trap.
"Life goes on.”
Yes, it's great to learn and grow,
To let the bad times pass,
But what's the price?
Am I losing myself?
Am I leaving me behind?
When do we outgrow our personality?
How do I stop myself from doing it?
What if we grow too far?
What if we forget who we are?
I've never been able to go with the flow,
But I don't think I'll try or try not to grow.
I think I'll just let the real me show,
Whoever I am, wherever I go.
Maybe I'll just live for life
And like whatever I like.
Does growth have to mean change?
I could just be expanding.
The present is forming around the past;
It's like the rings of a tree
Coming in fast.
The first is still in there,
Close to the core.
Maybe it's just hiding
To make room for more.
Maybe if I let it happen
And don't go to extreme or extreme,
It'll happen gracefully.
And that tree
Will still be me.
I don't understand it all,
But here's what I know:
Right now I have a fuzzy sweater on,
Right now the world outside is beautiful,
Right now I like my dolls,
Right now I'm jamming to a boy band,
Right now there's a smile on my face,
Right now everything is ok,
And right now is a day I want to save.
No matter what the future brings,
No matter how I grow,
This is now
And I'll always have the memories.
If I ever decide
To wear ripped jeans and crop tops,
I hope I'll smile in the mirror
And remember.
I'm still the same little girl
On the inside.
What if I told you I was a horrible person?
What if I said that you are, too?
I’m a terrible sinner.
You are a terrible sinner.
Every person
Ever to live,
All sinners,
Except one.
Now you're trying to deny it.
You can't.
Have you ever done wrong?
Then you're dirty.
I'm dirty.
The world is dirty.
Only one man was ever clean
And it wasn't Santa Clause.
Long ago in the city of Bethlehem
A child was born to a virgin
In a stable.
It was a humble birth for a king.
For The King,
The Son of God.
Merry Christmas.
That child, Jesus, was perfect and sinless.
He was the only human ever
Who didn't deserve capital punishment.
He grew up to die.
He took the blame for our sins.
And was crucified
To save us.
He even left the grave
To defeat death.
Merry Christmas!
Now is the time to celebrate
The birth of the greatest man ever to live.
The birth of our Savior,
Who is the only way we can be good.
We only have to trust in Him
And be forgiven.
I don't know about you, but
I think that's a much better gift
Than anything an imaginary man in a red suit
Can deliver;
Salvation.
The soft hum of voices
Sends me into daydreams.
Every note of the encouraging message
Makes my heart sing along.
A friend's sparkling smile
Prompts me to burst.
Her funny texts
Are like candy in my mouth.
A book is a portal to another world
That I joyously bring back to my own.
Each character is so real,
It's like they're all my friends.
Swirls of color make someone's dreams
And I can't tear my eyes from the canvas.
The sheer beauty
Takes my breath away.
Life is amazing
And incredibly inspiring.
I feel buoyant and beautiful
Taking it all in.
I itch to be in action;
My fingers vibrate for the nearest pencil.
Ideas are being stirred.
I can feel it fizzing up inside of me.
The yearning is too much
When I see the world outside.
Every frosted branch,
All of the clear water,
It calls me.
I pour out all of my feelings.
With the brushes on my desk.
Intense inspiration flows from my fingertips
And a smile is always on my lips.
I dream and I create.
Maybe someday
I’ll inspire someone else
And the cycle will keep on rolling
And coloring the world.
Art--
My brush floats across the canvas,
Dashing to and fro.
I let all my feeling out right there,
Living colors
Of joy.
I don't need
To be shy.
There's no reason
To be afraid.
I can let myself go,
Be crazy as I want,
Dramatic as ever.
No one will judge.
Mistakes are ok,
In fact, bound to happen.
It's all part of the process.
Art makes me feel free,
Transparent as my watercolors,
Graceful as the dove
Emerging from my brush.
I can be
Whatever I want
To be!
I can capture all the beauty;
Everything magical
In the world around me,
All that I see
With my eyes.
Eyes--
They let me see the world outside.
I take it all in:
Deep blue skies,
Blooming flowers,
Falling leaves,
And soft ripples in the water.
My eyes let me see
All the people around me
With their smiling faces,
Tender looks of love,
And every emotion.
I see their eyes,
And then their personality.
Are they big and bright,
Taking it all in
With enthusiasm,
Or half closed,
Just waiting for slumber?
What about the color?
Is it clear and sure
Or dull and muddled?
Is there a mix of color--
A range as wide,
As deep,
As confusing and utterly wonderful
As the personality
Of the eye's wearer?
Please, I invite you,
Dive into the shining pool.
Of mystery.
Now please don't take for granted
This privilege that we have.
I urge you, take advantage
Of your windows to the world.
Share with those
In a world of darkness.
I want to let them see
Through my eyes
With my words.
Words--
Feeling out on paper,
Running across the screen,
Or just hanging in the air.
Feel how they twinkle and gleam!
Like the laughter of the creek,
They express our greatest joy.
Like the moaning of the wind,
They portray our every longing.
Each feeling comes alive
And is set free
By the simply clicking syllables.
Stories come to light,
Offering comfort
Or confrontation
As we step into
A whole new world
And bring back a treasure
To beautify our own.
Oh, when the right words click!
I suppose the angels sing
At the flood of satisfaction,
The completed perfection
Of one heartfelt sonet.
When I write,
It makes me feel brave
To say what is true,
To really be me!
Oh, the relife
When a smile breaks out
At the sound of my words!
Above it all,
I love the fall
Of the sounds
In every place.
It brings such a beauty
You just can’t erase.
Splash!
He hops into the pond.
The silk water ripples.
The pink flowers laugh
At the tickle of the waves.
They are beautiful and pleasant,
Yes, this is true--
And so very sweet, but oh so still.
The frog is what jumps.
He hops for happiness.
His little jump of pure joy,
It affects the whole pond.
Soon all is up and active,
Laughing and singing,
All because of one tiny frog
And his beautiful little bounce.
If only I had wings,
I'd strain to reach
The top of the box;
The edge of the world,
Where the stars are all stuck
To the dark, cold ceiling.
I'd chase all the fireflies
As high as they tease me from,
Just to feel their warm glow
In the palm of my hand
Before letting go.
I go out for a swing
On one warm summer night
And pump myself so high
I think I may start to fly!
I breathe in the nighttime air,
Feel the wind
Kiss my cheek
And toss my hair,
And smile up at the sky
To get lost in the stars.
At any moment this rope may snap,
And when it does,
Watch me sprout great wings,
Large as my imagination,
And fly away
To my home in the stars
Where all is safe.
I'll bid goodbye to the ground,
Hello to the moon,
Such a jolly father he is. mother he is.
I’ll greet my siblings, the stars,
Sparkling and laughing with them.
I’ll glimpse my mother, sun,
Hard at work on the other side,
And wave hello..
I will continue to swim
Through the loving atmosphere;
Straining to reach the top,
Always just a few strokes away,
Never quite reaching it,
But still enjoying the journey,
Until I'll snap awake and realize:
I didn't travel to the sky,
I was already there.
Time--
It ripples and flows around me
Like a smooth Victorian gown.
It is studded with jewels
As the shimmering memories
Of the past.
It is hemmed a lace
Of hopes for the future.
It is based upon the silky form
Of the present
To hold it all together,
To make it fit,
And to give it use.
Time--
It is running
Like the wheel of a broken wagon.
It rolls away,
Too quick to catch,
And leaves me feeling stranded.
Stuck.
Lost.
Time--
It is here, now,
Firm as the ground below me,
Beautiful as the sky above.
What lovely ground!
Such magnificent sky!
And it's been here all along.
It's seen every memory.
Each hope is planted here.
Time is but a single thing.
The past, the future,
They both make the present.
Past,
Present,
Future,
They all make time.
I am now a new teen
And so I'm in between
Young and old,
Old and new.
I'm stuck inside my chrysalis,
Waiting to become a butterfly
But not really wanting to.
I miss being a caterpillar,
When my days were all just fun.
I’m just above the limit
Of my innocent MG books.
And just a bit too scared
For the daunting YA ones.
Too big for my old, simple bike,
Too short for my 10-speed.
Young enough still to love my dolls,
Old enough to be embarrassed about it.
I can enter the contests for teens,
But their writing all stands over mine.
I'm eye level with their elbows,
And their shoulders lock together,
Blocking out the sky for me.
The days of those clean stanzas
With ever-perfect rhyme,
They are all gone.
My words are scrambled,
But falling back together
In a lovely loose verse.
I will be a butterfly
And spread my colorful wings
With an intensified joy,
With more freedom than ever
To be me.
The drizzle turned to rain.
The rain began to pour,
Cooling the humid air
And creating countless opportunities.
We rush outside
And smell the fresh air.
We run around
With no destination,
Simply splashing in laps
Of joy.
We dance in the rain,
Turning our faces to the sky,
Happy
To be alive.
Thunder chases us inside.
Two by two we go,
Slipping and laughing happily.
It's the perfect time,
It seems to me,
To dive into a different realm
By cracking open a novel.
And then the storm passes
And the sun shines again.
The smooth, full puddles
Are the mirrors where
The beautiful sky checks her reflection
And the good natured trees.
Inspect their burly curls.
The creek now flows better than ever,
Like a stream of liquid life,
Carrying every every hope.
Every dream,
All the smiles,
All the laughter,
And everything else
In her sparkling current.
The reeds and leaves crowd close.
Every lovely glimmer of water
That falls upon their graceful forms
Is illuminated
In the sunshine.
What a wonderful day
The Lord has made!
A perfect time
To feel Christ's love.
Some think that rainy days
Symbolize terrible things,
But I find
So many blessings.
I entered through the magical archway,
Its light flowers beckoning with fanciful beauty.
The woods, they call me from afar
With sharp, tingly scents of green
And sweet, clear scales of birdsong.
I am swallowed by the canopy of greenery
With the sun slanting through.
The dappled light is dancing
In the light and lovely breeze.
I long to uncover secrets,
To find enchanted kingdoms
Just beyond that next hump.
Butterflies pass me light as air
And it seems that all is possible.
I strive to find the hidden paradise,
Always just out of reach.
The cool water,
So thick and fresh,
Wraps around my ankles in a rush.
All is peaceful
Beneath the vibrant canopy
Of green leaves
As the smooth flow
Massages my legs.
Lazy droplets collect on my skin;
I don’t even bother to shake them away.
All I can hear
Is the soothing call
Of the creek,
My pencil on the paper,
And a bird’s chirps of joy
For this moment.
Anxiety is an ugly monster,
Causing problems whatever you do,
Eating away at your happiness,
Eating away
At you.
Anxiety scares sensible thinking away.
It scares the mind, also,
Into worrying.
As a frightened horse is difficult to ride,
So an anxious mind is hard to control.
But it can be stopped!
Though it may seem to be impossible,
God can do anything,
He is in control,
And He loves to help His children.
All we must do is think of
And be thankful for
God and His many blessings.
It takes time and effort, but
God will help defeat that monster in your mind.
Look into somebody's eyes.
What do you see?
Pools of color and of dark,
Sparkles of reflecting light,
Personality,
Beauty,
Feeling,
All shown in the eyes.
I look around at the trees and the sky.
I look around at the birds that can fly.
Where did they come from?
How can I see them?
God created nature
And all the lovely things;
Smiling faces,
Precious moments,
Life,
And the eyes to see it all.
Eyes are for inspiration,
To help imagination.
Oh, how awful
For those who cannot see.
Words are a vial
To capture what we see
And share our eyes
With the blind
And many more.
Are people good or evil?
I don't know.
I just don't know.
Sometimes I'm on top of the world
And I feel too good to be true.
Some days I can do no right
And think I’m just an evil mess.
Am I good or evil?
What does it even mean?
I want to say we're all good.
People show kindness to others.
We create so much beauty
With our minds.
How could we not be good?
"And God looked at all He had made
And it was very good."
We are good,
Right?
But what about the evil?
I can't help but see it all around.
Look at politics,
And tell me all is good.
There are liars and thieves,
So we can't possibly be good!
"No one is good.
No, not one.”
I refuse to believe
That people are evil.
I can't truthfully say
That we are all good.
What then?
Is the world dark or light?
Black or white?
I don't know which to choose.
I don't know what to do.
Look at the chart of shades and tints.
What is between black and white?
Each shade of gray
Is a different person.
White is good,
Black is evil,
And we are gray.
Some good and some evil in each.
We aren't good.
We aren't evil.
We're grey.
We have some of both.
Any evil defiles us,
But it doesn't have to define us.
Let the good in me
Be what counts.
You can't take away a deed,
Good can’t be erased,
But evil alone can be forgiven.
"I'll always love ponies.”
"No you won't."
"I'll never like a boy band."
"Yes you will."
"I'll never be a teenager.”
"But you I can't help it
"I can and I will.”
But I can't help it.
I don't love pony's like I did.
I even like a boy band.
What happened to me?
What about dolls and poofy skirts?
How long before they go too?
What about crop tops and violent movies?
How long before I'm into that?
Has it already started?
"Life goes on,”
But what if I don't want it to?
What if I could just flip back a page
And be a little girl again?
Who is she?
Where is she?
Just when I start to understand
Life gets crazy once again.
What if life didn't go on?
What if I could just hit pause?
Bad times pass,
Sure, that's great,
But what about the good times?
I want to stay forever
In my little world of ponies,
But I can't.
Life goes on.
Bad times pass.
Good times stick around.
I'll always have the memories.
They go on and on with life
As I make more every day.
It was never about the ponies,
And liking good music was never a sin.
It's about being me.
I'm not defined by dolls or skirts.
If I ever like shorter shirts or video games,
I'll still be me.
Nothing important can really change.
Life goes on.
I grow.
But I still have the same smile.
I always will.
The only thing that's changed?
I've learned to try new things.
We sit together, her and I,
Watching the movies
That every small sister
Must see.
It’s only for her.
She needs this childish fun
Now.
It’s only for her.
Barbie's musical glittery, overly-kind voice fills the room,
And the screen is flooded
With sparkling pink magic
And the same live cartoon faces
Playing numerous characters.
It’s only for her
I have to remind myself.
Then I glance down
At my bubblegum pink nails.
They are chipped,
Though I just painted them.
I see my dress
With the unicorn,
The sequins, and
The pink tulle skirt;
The dress that makes my older sister
Roll her eyes,
Create an expression
Of disgust and surprise,
And beg me to change.
I will not change.
I admit it.
I don't want to grow up.
I’m a child at heart.
We all know I still play
With my dolls,
Unashamedly fixing their hair
With oh so much care
And picking out the very cutest
Of their old-fashioned dresses.
I don't have to fully grow up.
I can still be
A child at heart.
We all know I'm mature
In the ways that count,
So what does it matter?
Do dolls do me harm?
They won't get in the way of life,
I promise,
So please
Just let me be
That child
At heart.
Sunlight filters through the leaves,
Each with its face turned up
To meet the sunshine
And glow.
Against the pale blue sky,
Their joyful light and life
Fills my eyes
With color.
The stripes of bark and foliage
Extend as far as I can see,
Concealing magical adventures
All the way.
I long to swim
Through the shining sea
Of delicate ferns
To uncover
Those adventures.
I see a mess of long lost trees
Which look to have been cleanly chopped
Many years ago.
I wonder who has done it.
The thought is so vivid,
I can almost see their cabin
Beyond the trees.
Back in real life,
In the present day,
I feel a firm log beneath me
And soft leaves
Gently tickling my thigh.
I have stopped jumping
At the loose hairs
Blowing against my shoulders.
They don't feel like spiderwebs
Anymore
Because parinoía
Is gone.
A queen bee's buzz
Doesn't startle me,
But instead blends
With the incredible chorus.
Of birdcall
And the unusually quiet hum
Of my rambunctious sister's voice.
The stench of bug spray
Doesn't bother me.
It is muted
By the fresh, tangy smell
Of greenery.
It even adds
A sort of summer-like
Sweetness.
In the hollow
Of our own imagination.
Writing, drawing, dreaming
With my sister by my side.
Both with notebooks in our laps,
Happy to have each other.
To understand
The other's thoughts,
To enjoy
The other's hobbies.
To adventure
Together,
But to still be unique.
Being our own people,
Doing the same things
But each in our own way
In the hollow.
We hike through the woods,
Down towards the creek,
Paying no mind to mud.
Adventures we seek.
And there it is running
So clear and so cool,
So thick and so fast.
It encases rocks, trees, and logs.
The sound of its flowing,
Like a breath of fresh air,
Sends tingles up and down
As it relaxes my body.
We think of water as blue,
But look a little closer
To see the real colors.
The clear water shows
The dark mud below
And reflects white and blue light
From the sun and the sky
On the surface.
All you must do is
Look a little closer.
Oh, the wonders God has made!
He is so incredibly amazing!
The holidays are here!
Do not waste them,
Be you in joyful cheer!
Do not stress,
Be happy,
And please do not worry.
If the season is too busy
To be enjoyed at all
Then you have mistaken Christmas.
It is not about buying a gifts,
Not wrapping it, either.
It is about Christ, whose praise I lift!
Though the tree with its lights
Will be taken down
Once Christmas is over,
The best gift remains year-round.
That gift is Jesus,
The Son of God.
Oh, how beautiful autumn is!
The air so clear,
So cool,
So clean.
My mind is far away.
My eyes are on the leaves,
So brilliantly yellow!
They seem to glow
In the intense light.
The sun is shining bright,
Unhindered by the clouds.
They are there,
So puffy and white,
Floating
Across the sky.
Ah, the sky!
So pure and blue,
So very big.
The scene is overwhelmingly peaceful.
The earth feels so huge!
God's wonders are endless.
From the chattering squirrel
Up that tree
To the neighbor's cat
Looking at me,
God made them all
So full
Of beauty.
Dear self:
Always remember to pray,
"Dear God, thank You."
When I am happy as a bright blooming flower,
I will try to remember
To pray
To God.
The good things I will think about
Will cause me to shout,
"Thank You
For all You have given me!"
And I will pray
For those who have less.
" Dear God,
Thank You for my family.
Thank You for my home.
Thank You for my faith.
Please comfort those who have no family.
Please comfort those who have no home.
Please show Yourself to those who have no faith."
When I am sad
It won't be so bad,
For when I'm gloomy as a rainy day,
I will pray
To God.
The future won't be dim
Because I will lean on Him.
I will explain to Him my troubles,
And He will always listen.
"Dear God,
Today my anxiety got out of control again.
Today I argued with my siblings.
Today was a bad day."
I will try to be thankful in
All that happens and once I begin,
It will be quite easy.
This is why:
Everyone since Adam and Eve
Is a sinner.
I am a sinner,
But I am forgiven
Because Christ,
The perfect Savior,
Died for my sins.
Now all I must do
Is trust in Him to
Be saved;
To live forever
In a perfect paradise,
Heaven.
I have so much wonderful stuff,
But it's not enough
Without this faith
In God.
He loves me so praises I sing
For He is always listening.
He will always be with me,
Forever.
So why shouldn't I pray?
Happy or sad,
Angry and mad,
Good or bad,
We should always pray.