Run With You

I don’t know

how many times

you’ve been

broken

 

and I don’t know

how many times

you’ve fallen

 

but I do know one thing.

 

You make me

want to run with you.

 

You make me

want to find

that one place,

 

where I can surrender

and make sense

of all this love

 

I have contained

within.

 

I want to run away

with you…

 

somewhere far…

 

where the wolves

have gone missing

 

and butterflies

continuously spread their wings.

 

I want to find this place

with you…

 

and I want to grow

old there.

 

That’s all.

 

– Robert M. Drake

 

 

 

 

The Wind

This short poem is inspired by fall.  Fall is full of new beginnings, full of freshness.  As all of us head back to school, it really is an amazing opportunity to change and work on ourselves.  Just like the seasons, people can change to – for the better.

 

I need this. I want this.
I’ve made mistakes, I’ve hurt others, hurt myself…
But I’m changing.
Just like the seasons.
Outside the green leaves age, become crisp and drift off of their branches.
The sweet, sweet air whispers a chill, and guides the leaves to their next destination.
He is my wind. He whispers to me, and guides me.
The season, fresh, has given me something.
Something so special.
The breeze brings with it a new beginning.
An end to some plants.
An end to old ways.
The chill of autumn warms my heart.
I feel renewed.
I am changed.
The Wind has granted me peace despite my transgressions.
The Wind gives new birth.
The Wind changes, rearranges, and perfects…

Anomaly

Weeks were slow, months were fast. Moments were quick, but memories won’t last.
Time goes on, I grow older. Finding myself, becoming colder.
Every thought is a key to my future, every step closer to who I am.
I walk down the street, eyes follow and taunt.
My style is different, temperament liberal.
Anomaly is my second name.
The capricious are uncertain, but have charisma.
There are no epitomes among the lurid streets, everyone unique to themselves.
The meticulous wall built to avoid scandalous slander stands, we guard our hearts.
Judgement feels like a backhand, freedom is only but a dreamland.
Do I care what they think, how they respond to who I want to be?
Anomaly is my second name.
I walk down the street, eyes follow and wonder.
My walls fall.
I do not conform, I am who I am.
No apologies for what is on my heart.
Every thought is a key to my future, every step closer to personal freedom.
Time goes on, I grow older. Finding myself, becoming bolder.
Weeks were slow, months were fast. Moments were quick, but memories won’t last.

Better

 

What have I done? What am I doing?
I’ve ruined relationships, hurt people. I’ve lied, stolen and cheated.
I have walked away from my faith, allowing the world to change me and influence every part of me.
I have been mean, so mean. So unkind it’s grotesque.
I’ve fallen in love with the wrong men out of desperation.
Desperation… Why?
Because I am afraid of being unlovable.
I am afraid of being alone.
I am afraid of myself.
I’ve made countless mistakes. Committed every sin.
How do I get past it? How do I forget the horrendous person I used to be in order to move on? In order to be better…
Maybe I shouldn’t forget.
Maybe this pain I feel in my heart from hurting others and myself is good.
It reminds me that I’m alive and very much human.
I’m human.
What does that mean?
I breathe, I eat food, I drink water…
I’m broken. I’m ashamed. I’m guilty.
That’s what it means to be human.
To feel.
To remember.
To live.
I want to live, but not like this.
I love my humanity, it reminds me of who I need to be.
Humanity drives me. Humanity loves me. Humanity forgives me.
Forgiveness…
I need it. I crave it.
I’ve made mistakes and I can’t live with myself knowing I am not forgiven.
He forgives me. He heals me. He makes me strong.
My faith leads me, guides me through the darkest of times.
I am whole in Him. I am content in Him.
He makes me new, giving me a fresh start. A fresh start to be better.
I am better…

Because I Love You

 

Everything I do
Is because I love you.
I love the way you smile,
The way your eyes light up
When you talk about things you adore.
I love the way you snore in your sleep,
The way you twitch and bump into me as you doze off.
I love the ways in which you talk to others,
Treat others,
Welcome others.
I love the way you carry yourself,
Despite your own insecurities.
I love your dedication,
Your hard work.
Everything I do
Is because I love you.
I love you,
And I pray for your heart every morning.
As the birds sing praises,
I eagerly give all to God.
I give Him you.
You know I love you – but…
But you are not well, my darling.
You are torn, fighting yourself on the inside.
You don’t love yourself,
I can see that.
Remember that I love you,
And because I love you I am letting you go.
I want you to heal,
To grow
And to love yourself.
Now is not our time,
And it’s okay.
Our time may be later,
But for now I love you.
Because I love you,
I am letting you go…

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