This is a place of ME. This is a place where I will let the walls down and be honest. Joys and stories or tears and heartbreaks, they will all be here. Devotionals to poems, my heart is open to you. I will love well. I will love you and honer you by allowing you into my brokenness and the truth that God has reviled to me. This is a place of Me. Continue if you dare ;)

Thursday, April 12, 2012

.........

A disease slowly,
Seeping through my veins.
Shredding it's cold,
Deadly poison.

Replacing any warmth,
With frigid toxins.
Fingers of ice,
Finally closing around my heart.

Every touch of warmth,
Finds me retreating.
Hiding safely,
Behind the wall of ice.

Soon the ice melts,
Leaving me with nothing.
No cold,
No warmth.

I am a walking corps,
Empty.
Words and feelings echo,
In the hallow thing they call my body.

It so cruelly,
Keeps me alive.
Walking blindly in life,
As though I'm dead.

I am a...
Cold,
Hallow,
Empty,
Corpse.

1 comment:

Paula said...

Very expressive. And more powerful in light of your next poem. Oh the paradox of emotion. Oh the light of Love.