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Created for some of the more raw and painful aspects of growing up different. Sometimes angry, sometimes funny, always honest. Sometimes, the language is very harsh because pain is not gentle.

I am determined to chronicle all aspects of living with absolute candor and genuineness. It allows a connection with others at a deep soul level because they see that you understand their struggles when you reveal your own. If you are offended by cursing or expect the beauty you see on my other blog, Whisper Creek, then you may want to avoid this one. This is the very human side of me, the one God plainly sees. It is the part that God is healing. Let that be my witness.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Exploding Heart



I tried not to wear my heart on my sleeve
but hid it away like it was on sick leave
but I found in doing so I wasn't alive
like I only existed, but didn't thrive.

So I took it out and dusted it clean
got it beatin' right like a new machine
and though I didn't set out seeking love
it seem to drop right down from up above.

And I took it and enjoyed it well
never knew my heart could actually swell
but it did and for a time it felt good
much better than I thought it actually could. 

But then reality crashed my love affair
and it went in smoke and up in thin air
and my heart sitting proudly upon my sleeve
began to tremble, began to seethe. 

And then it burst in great alarm
and the blood ran thickly down my arm
and confused because I didn't die
I fell to my knees and began to cry.

I couldn't stop, I couldn't see
didn't know truth from a hole in a tree
and I begged for guidance to find my way
but no one came to save the day.

There was no happy ending, no storybook
and I sit here now and at my arm I look
and the blood runs down and I wonder when
my breathing will stop and the hurt will end. 

How can my tender heart cause so much pain
I didn't mean to bring down so much heavy rain
and now everyone is just treading water
and I feel like I brought on this massive slaughter. 

And it rips and it tears and it feels so raw
for the wounds that I caused for the hurt that I saw
and I ask myself if inside I am evil
for causing this mess, this big upheaval. 

Will I ever know, will the Lord finally say
I meant for things to happen and happen this way
will it ever be spelled out in my brain
or will the words simply spell "you are fucking insane."





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