Jagged Edges {there's fear}

Don’t get too close. I might hurt you.

It’s not purposeful. Trust me.

I don’t want to cause you pain.

It’s just that I’m a little broken in all the wrong places.

You know, against the grain. I’m ragged— they haven’t been neat tears.

More than scars—they’re physical demarcations. Deformations.

And if you get too close my serrated edges. They will cut you.

In all the wrong places. They will more than leave scars.

You’ll be deformed. Like me.

I don’t want that for you.

Don’t get too close. I might hurt you.

{it’s ok. I can heal you}

{soulful} 5.23.12

soul.
the black dress she wears comes right below the knees and sparkles. the small rhinestones on her dress mirroring the lights.
soul.
her feet, which stand in expensive black christian louboutins, tap the beat of the music on the stage.
soul.
her voice fills the auditorium, her lungs projecting a beautiful melody.
soul.
the pianist behind her feels the music, his body fluidly moving in sync with his hands. he rocks, back and forth.
soul.
her face is masked with emotion as she clearly can relate to the lyrics.
soul.
it’s something about the way she stands, the way her voice falls and escalates.
she is soul.

Trusting (for) 5.31.2011

I am afraid. 

Afraid for him, his soul. 

If I hold onto him tightly

Maybe I’ll save him.

But I can’t. 

I can only speak into his life. 

I have to leave it to God.

It’s so hard to see God’ll work

Because he’s so stubborn. 

But God can save him. 

I must trust. 

But I’m afraid.

I’m afraid to lose him. 

He means so much to my life.

I realized recently how much I love him.

And then I realized how important his soul is. 

I must show true love by preaching the Truth to him. 

I am trusting. 

(I know it's not real poetry.. but.. it's my 100 words for the 31st. :) )