though your heart may be choked
and your lungs may be strangled,
still your blood sings His song
and your breath lives for Him.
( purpose. )
your beauty runs deeper
than just a pretty face —
there is something divine
in a soul bared with humility.
( 1 peter 3:4 )
when you had nothing,
you still gave;
when you had everything,
you still received.
( blessings )
but your smile was not just
a curve of the lips;
it was warm, like the sun on a rainy day.
it was comforting, like a stuffed animal you could never give up.
it was yours.
( and that was more than enough. )
i’m growing up.
i feel it when the scars of days past sink into my skin.
i see it when i look in the mirror, and my eyes are not as innocent.
i hear it in my voice, and i don’t recognize my words.
( or is it the other way around? )
it’s not all bad.
my relatives tell me i’ve gotten taller.
my family tells me i’ve gotten stronger.
my friends don’t tell me anything.
( is that a good thing? )
then why am i fighting it?
why am i so desperate to turn back the clock?
why am i so terrified of numbers greater than nineteen?
( i don’t know that i know why. )
do i want my independence day?
i’m scared of being alone.
Continue reading “age.”