Stuck

Stuck in a dead place.
Nothing moves in time nor space.
My heart stills its pace.

© 2018 the daughter image: bing.com

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Sinful Songs

was lost, but now found.
some days – i don’t want to walk on hallowed ground.
my flesh begs to be fed.
while imperfect thoughts find ways to be said.

i know right from wrong.
yet, still i sing my sinful songs.
when will my mind return to what’s pure?
to be honest, i’m not really sure.

let my heart burn to be only Yours.
teach me to resist the world’s tasty lures.
help me to find my way back to “good.”
because it’s what i want, not because i should.

© 2018 the daughter

Really?

So, I am in the grocery with my friend/boyfriend (whatever he is) and I say I just want to be able to talk to someone about stuff. And he responds with, “isn’t that why you are seeing a counselor?”

I had to go sit in the car while he paid, because I was about to start crying!