Category: Prose Poetry (It’s a Real Thing)

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Reignite Your Passion

 

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For as long as I can remember, I’ve been in love with words.

I love the way they materialize in my head; painting pictures of my hopes, my dreams, and my desires.

I love the way they swirl around in my mouth to develop the desired consistency, form, and substance.

I love the way they taste on my tongue; adding flavor to any conversation with which they happen to mix and mingle.

I love the way they list and lilt, rise and fall, bounce and echo.

I love the way they express, explain, and expel.

I love the way they call and respond.

I love the way they inspire and motivate.

I love the way the disarm and diffuse.

I can speak a word over my life and it will be established.

I can speak life into situations that have lain dormant and they will awaken and thrive.

I can speak to  the barely flickering light of a long lost passion and it will reignite.

I can do all these things with words.

Words are my passion, and my passion has been reignited.

 

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With You

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I curled myself into a ball

And made myself as small

As I felt when I was

With you.

 

I diminished myself

Until I almost disappeared

I always felt less than

Never equal to your greater

When I was

With you.

 

When we first parted

I felt isolated,

separated, worthless, and alone

Much like I did when I was

With you,

but…

Now I am a priority

I’m no longer the afterthought

I was when I was

With you.

 

I’m walking in my purpose

I’m pleasing God and me.

Embracing my flaws

And healing the scars I earned when I was

With you.

 

I’m enjoying life and living it.

I can finally breathe free

Now that I realize that

love, joy, peace, and happiness

They all begin

With me.

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You’ve Got Me Messed Up!

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You’ve got me messed up.

You’ve got me drinking

Because I’m pissed off over wasted time.

Had me making unnecessary changes

When all along

It wasn’t me, it was you

Who was all wrong.

 

You’ve got me messed up.

You’ve got me changing my look

Taking special care

Trying to make my ways pleasing

When all the while you were deceiving?

You were trying to turn me into someone

You weren’t willing or even able to be for me?

Oh, boy, you’ve got me messed up.

 

It’s was never about me, it was always about you.

Though you could name every one of my flaws,

You would never admit that you were the cause… well, of most of them.

You were blind to your own demons.

You would pick and choose our sins.

Your lips would never touch my wine glass,

But you had no problem drinking from my cup?

Well if you thought you’d get another chance,

Bruh, you’ve got me messed up!

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Indifferent

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You were my first thought every morning,

Memories of you flooded my mind before

The light of the new day hit my eyes,

But now I’m just…

Indifferent

You were my last thought every evening,

Hopes and dreams of what never will be

Gave me a secret smile and sent me off to a place where we were perfect,  

But now I’m just …

Indifferent.

There were times when I just wanted to be beside you,

I wanted to wear your clothes,

I wanted to sleep on your pillow, or even just breathe your air,

But now I’m just…

Indifferent.

There was a time when every decision I made

Was in consideration of

What you would think,

How you would feel,

Whether or not you would approve,

But now I’m just…

Indifferent.

I’d carefully select each outfit,

I’d curl my hair just so,

I’d apply my makeup; not too much, just enough to give me that glow.

I desperately tried to present the picture of me

That you desperately wanted to see,

But now, I’m just

Indifferent.

I’ve learned that I was letting your opinion of me

Be more than my opinion of myself

And neither of us valued me as much as He.

So, now I try to please Him.

Put a smile upon His face

I walk with a whole new confidence

Because I’m walking in His grace.

I’ve never experienced such a peacefulness

I’ve never known so much joy

I can smile genuinely and deeply,

Because now, I’m just

Different!

 

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Bubbles, Ripples, and Trails

The bubbles in the wake of a passing ship are loud! They dance, they pop, they expend all of their energy, and then they disappear out of sight.

20171010_061517The ripples in the wake of a passing ship are forceful, resilient, and reactive! They roll, they crash, they break, and they dash, all in response to being disturbed from their normal, placid state. They’ll push back, but eventually, they will back down until they, too, disappear out of sight.

The trail left by the wake of a passing ship extends as far as the eye can see. It causes you to think and to remember. It inspires you to do and to become. It leaves a lasting impression long after it has disappeared from sight!

Are you a bubble, a ripple, or a trail?