I can’t take anymore
The anger is building
I’m out of control
I yell and I scream
I throw myself down
I’m on the ground
Face to the floor
I lie alone with my tears
Darkness all around
His hand is on the small of my back
In his touch
I feel strength
Gentleness
Love and
Sadness
He says soft words
Words of understanding
Words of encouragement
As if he has seen into my soul
To the very message I was longing to hear
He is my best friend
The best friend
He is my helpmate
My husband
God comes near
Through his strong hand
Through his embrace
The place
I would rather be
The place
Where I feel safe
He is what I want
What I’ve never wanted
More than I’ve ever wanted
He is what I need.
When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him? Psalm 8:3-4
2 comments:
Hey Lauren,
I've been there where you are and what a beautiful realization you've had. Thank you for sharing so much of your soul. You are so genuine and authentic. I love it.
Love,
Carol
I'm soooo happy that you are soooo happy and in love. Your poem is beautiful, a picture of deep love, the way love should be...
love,
deAnn
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