It’s been a while since I last posted poetry. It’s time. The first two, I assure you are not about me, although I’m sure they show sides of me. The last one is a kind of Psalm that randomly popped into my head one day. Enjoy, as always! Let me know what you think
Their problems were bigger than her;
All she did was write words.
She didn’t really solve mysteries.
Answers, they demanded, but she had only ink.
Crumpled papers marked her journey,
Difficulty: her sole plot.
She was no heroine, she never overcame;
stepping back was easier.
So she retreated into herself
Never to be seen again.
Words splatter everywhere, hiding what lies beneath.
Her brain never stops for fear of collapse.
She hides her real self-the unlovable.
Desperate pleas echo unanswered.
She flees faith’s responsibility.
Who she is, and who she wants to be.
Take my worry, take my fears;
Take my heartache, take my tears.
Take them on thy shoulders God-
Take them as I onward plod.
That I may freely rest in You,
in all I say; in all I do.