Angel of Mercy

written October 26, 2011

Can you smell Death’s stench?

Can you feel its sting?

When you swim in its Sea of Sorrow,

Are you pulled down to the murky depths?

A captor, a villain,

A comforter, a friend,

Such irony surrounds this Angel of Mercy.

Hope

written September 17, 2011

Hope is an angel

   Quiet but sure.

A thing so beautiful,

   So surreal.

Just to be sure

   You furtively search for

One more look

   But she can’t be seen

Only felt,

   And she quickly flies away.

Hope is a smile, and a kiss

   A ray of sunshine through the rain.

This Love

 I just want to wake up and know

that this world is just a dream-well,

more like a nightmare.

That one day I’ll wake up and everything will be okay.

Then again, I know that one day I’ll be,

safe in Your arms, surrounded by Your love.

I searched on Earth for a love that made me feel…

Everything I wanted,

but now I know, the only love that can fill this heart

is one that comes from You.

Your love is always true,

always pure and strong.

This love is now my song,

my every breath of life.

I’ll never stop telling

how wondrous this love is.

Although I may,

at times need to stop and say.

“My God is in control,

His love will never fail."

So what?

Written September 18, 2011

All of my life

I guess I’ve known

I don’t belong here.

But I’m not really sure

Where I should even go

Stop. Get a grip

Get over yourself all ready

No one cares. So what?

Do they have to care about you?

I’m invisible. Sorry, that’s life.

Grow up all ready.

I just want someone to love me

Is that too much to ask?

Someone to be with,

Share my dreams with,

To be safe.

I don’t feel safe

I feel broken and insecure and vulnerable.

But feelings don’t matter..

That’s what everyone says.

So where do I go from here?

Sister

So, fun fact, I actually don't have any sisters; but I have amazing friends who mean the world to me and whom I would do anything for. Biology doesn't always determine family

When I look at you

‘Sister’ comes to mind

When we laugh- and cry

The memories we’ve left behind.

When I see you some days

I want to walk up and whisper

How blessed I am

To have you as a sister.

I love how we can just

Sit and be silent

And without saying a word

Say all that’s important

I know that whenever

I need a hug or a smile

I can turn to my sisters

And they’ll walk with me the whole mile.