Saturday, July 22, 2017

Shards (poem)

Shards

I feel the steel, it cuts me deep
I reach for it anyway, it's real, it keeps
The touch I want so very much
The chance says take a leap
But I stay away, yes I live there
In my church, I say a prayer
What will I do tomorrow?

I turn to you, inside I burn
I hope this doesn't take me down
Yet here I live, it's still my town
Tears and fears on the sinner's face
An empty room, a womb for grace
No escape, the door I cannot trace
But I see a window, stare into the open air
If I go, I know not where
For still I face tomorrow

July 2017  North Andover, Mass.

Friday, July 21, 2017

Shards (poem)

Shards

I feel the steel, it cuts me deep
I reach for it anyway, it's real
The touch I want very much
I stay away, yes I live there
In my church, I say a prayer
What will I do tomorrow?

I turn to you, inside I burn
I hope this doesn't take me down
Yet here I live, it's still my town
Tears and fears on the sinner's face
An empty room, a womb for grace
No escape, the door I cannot trace
But I see a window, stare into the open air
If I stop or if I go, I do not know
I still face tomorrow

July 2017  North Andover, Mass.