Tuesday, February 26, 2013

My Heart is For...

My eyes were for watching
Watching what would've been mine
Slip through my fingers
Along with my slight hope

My nose was for smelling
The sweet, refreshing fragrance
Of the flowers I used to receive
From the gentle hands of my husband

My mouth was for kissing
The soft rosy cheeks
Of my smiling offspring
A smile that is unfamiliar to reality

My finger was for the ring
That I once had, but was lost
Due to the stupidity of drunk drivers
And due to the windshield that caressed his skull

My wrist was for the charm bracelet
Which was from my loving mother
The bracelet whose charm was a heart
The very thing that caused her demise

My hands were for lifting
The heavy boxes with all my possessions
From the house that I could no longer afford
The house I no longer have

My arms were for embracing
The one child I called my own
Who brought me happiness
Whose heart ceased to beat for me

My womb was for the children that I could not bear
Therefore do not have
Or the one child I apologize to the world for
For robbing it of her precious smile

My legs were for running
Running from my miserable life
A life I was so ashamed to call my own
One I'd rather end then to endure

But my heart,
My heart is for a God that I do have
A God who can work all things for my good
A God who can change everything and did

Because now...

My eyes are for watching
The blessings that flow through me
And bless others in the process
And bless me with restoration

My nose is for smelling
The fragrance of flowers
That I receive everyday
From the man that calls me his own

My mouth is for kissing
The two angels that I don't deserve
But given to me as a gift
From my Father above

My finger is for the ring
That is secured around it
Promising that only death do us part
And oneness every step of the way

My wrist is for the bracelet
That still lives beside me
Along with the memories
Of my beloved and remembered mother

My hands are for lifting
Lifting all the glory to God
The God who has delivered me
From the world and evil one

My arms are for embracing
The two children I call my own
The ones that I love with all my heart
Who I thank God for everyday

My womb is for the child
That lives there now
And is healthy as can be
And is growing along with my faith

My legs are for running
To every mountain, through every valley
To proclaim what God has done for me
And what He can do for others

And my heart,
My heart is for a God that I do have
A God who can work all things for my good
A God who can change everything and who did

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

My Trace

There once was a girl
She was young, athletic,
Spirited, and filled with joy
Very accomplished and poetic

She loved things about the world
But unfortunately not a lot
For example she loved music,
But hated crime and whatnot

The thing she loved most
Was to write her own poems and stories
And pour out her heart
On a piece of paper with no worries

The paper took her weight
And the pencil transferred it
From the world, to her shoulders,
And onto her palette

Her form of release
Was different from others
She found comfort in writing
Exactly like her mother

Her favorite subjects to write
Were love, beauty, and fate
And to toss the words carelessly
Caused her heart to ache

With an imperfect family
Came unfortunate situations
But she learned to face them
With a smile and elation

She enjoyed writing this poem for you
With a smile drawn on her face
And yes, this is what it means
To come across a poet's trace...