Permission

I would never even know
if you were thinking
of me.
You are your confounded
silly smile
are stuck in my thoughts.


I don't remember
giving you permission to
be in my head.


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Writers Curse

I feel as if I've
spent half my life
sitting in a porch
with a notebook in my lap.
I'm not sure what it is
about porches and raining days,
but both of them are
environments for
writing out my now-heart.

Today I feel as
harsh as the wood grain,
pricking and snagging and
remarkably unbeautiful.
Most days I feel
like a sunflower;
today I feel more
like the stem.

I can't explain my mood
any more than I can
explain why I let
those fool-words hurt me.
I guess I'm just
lacking color
when I'm usually
soaked through with it.

Can someone please show me again
how to forget to be
grey.


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A Grand Ball

A gown of pure
FREEDOM
is what You have
given me to wear
as I dance with
You.

Today
I burned the dress
that I once wore,
the skirts were heavy with
unforgiveness, dependence,
silence, fear, avoidance -
CHAINS.

You've given me FREEDOM,
in its greatest purity:
unmixed,
uncompromised.

As I stepped into this new gown,
so light and soft and sweet,
I felt my beauty increase
as my heart longed only
to be absolutely
lovely in brokenness
for YOU.

Dance with me
sweet Lover of my soul,
wrap me in Your arms.
I never want to
miss a step
in this grand ball
for Your glory.