BIG BUTCH BARKS BACK


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.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Falling off the world



The world it turned
And off we fell
Into empty space
Own personal hell

Nothing to hold
Nothing to grab
Not a branch to save me
Not even dirt to stab

There was no up
There was no down
Was I even falling
Would I hit the ground?

Would I ever stop?
Or fall endlessly?
A ghost caught in the suction
Spiritual amputee

Can't say I know the answer
No ending to the rhyme
One day I will know
Somewhere out in time
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