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Promises and Truth
I took from someone their word that this is this and that is that
Colors firm, white is white and black is black
I believed and wholeheartedly listened to the words from their mouth
How crushed I felt when years gone by and then I was confused as to what was the truth
I thought long and hard about promises made and promises kept
I believed past truth from them and when they showed their true colors, I wept
I anguished why it was, why the change, what was then or now was the truth
The things told to me, were they real to my now aged self or long past youth
I reach out to one whose promises are firmly anchored in my soul
I embrace the truth that ages not, that never adds to or removes what I am told
Heavenly Father, forgive me for my careless indifference, my reckless and ungrateful state
For I did not treat you as you deserved, your purity, your words, I showed hate
I pray that I can earn your love once again and lay not on earth but treasures in heaven
I forgive my past, I lay down my hurts and bitterness, my bread is truth without leaven
I will seek you out, repair my heart, heal my soul and help those who hurt like me
No longer will I be anchored down, I can drop my shackles of self hate, I can be finally free
Kim J. ( Lamberth ) Schirmer
2/28/2017
I took from someone their word that this is this and that is that
Colors firm, white is white and black is black
I believed and wholeheartedly listened to the words from their mouth
How crushed I felt when years gone by and then I was confused as to what was the truth
I thought long and hard about promises made and promises kept
I believed past truth from them and when they showed their true colors, I wept
I anguished why it was, why the change, what was then or now was the truth
The things told to me, were they real to my now aged self or long past youth
I reach out to one whose promises are firmly anchored in my soul
I embrace the truth that ages not, that never adds to or removes what I am told
Heavenly Father, forgive me for my careless indifference, my reckless and ungrateful state
For I did not treat you as you deserved, your purity, your words, I showed hate
I pray that I can earn your love once again and lay not on earth but treasures in heaven
I forgive my past, I lay down my hurts and bitterness, my bread is truth without leaven
I will seek you out, repair my heart, heal my soul and help those who hurt like me
No longer will I be anchored down, I can drop my shackles of self hate, I can be finally free
Kim J. ( Lamberth ) Schirmer
2/28/2017
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Literature
Pulling My Thread
Lifting at corners edge,
coming undone at my seam.
All that I thought I knew,
now I don't know what it means.
I contemplate the fraying,
the shadow I cast is all torn.
This body I wear has grown heavy,
my soul is a tangle and worn.
Breathing becomes a point of focus,
Taking each gasp timed in sighs,
Lungs full of tears now drowning.
Whispers replace all my cries.
Literature
To Be Restless
Heavy against the windows, the opaque night
isolates and infiltrates, sends
the dogs flying
to my side, and even in the warmth,
under the wash of the firelight, their ears hear coyotes
and the pressing sky plays with their minds.
With the lights off I can ease my mind,
see through the gaunt mask of night,
that the darkness is not thick but light and coyotes
navigate it like reflections and shadows alike. Their cries send
me reeling, fighting my urge to hide, knowing that warmth
and flames will not feel so much like flying.
I climb until I could be flying
and let the stars replace the thoughts in my mind.
The trees do not understand my warmt
Literature
To be honest
This pain is like dumping water into empty lungs and trying to have faith that it is air.
Painting the Mona Lisa in the dark, blindfolded, seems more feasible.
This mind shakes at the soft, pattering quiet that whispers nothing is worth being happy: rears its head on the best days.
"Hopeless"
is the
vicious
heartbeat mantra
-tied to my translucent pulse.
Choking on droplets and begging the water to birth oxygen.
Slowly drowning, praying the whole damn ocean will swallow me
if it's not going to let go.
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