Destination Oppression

 Lord Jesus Christ, I love you

and I am sorry that I am a sinner.

The more I try, the more I fail,

yet still I continue to thirst.  

I ask you Lord to take my heart,

Even though it is broken

and so badly wounded-

it continues to be the only thing I have.

I love you God-

Please give me the grace

to be better,

So I can serve you

better.

Help me… to love you more,

so I can love myself more,

and maybe then

it won’t be so hard.

Help me… to myself to you,

so I can give myself to others,

may I be forever an instrument

of Your Love.

You are The Way,

The Truth,

And The Light!  

My heart is broken,

I feel so alone.

May yeh without sin

cast the first stone.

All my life I was told

I wasn’t enough,

So if I am not good

enough, why try?

I’m sorry daddy,

I never met to disappoint you,

but I am tired of the two demons

lurking at you door.

Manipulation,

mixed with

love and respect

don’t earn you a title.

I am tired of the string attached,

I am tired of the fake love

I am tired of fighting

I am tired

I am tired

I am tired

I am… gone

What's Going On: A Poem of Despair

They say everything happens for a reason

But I still don't know why.

Maybe it’s the season,

that makes me want to sigh.

Loneliness and hurt,

Chaos and pain.

What’s going on here?

And will it ever be the same?

Questions left unanswered

Feelings left unrequited.

Dreams go into dismay

and problems become one sided.

What’s going on here?

I still don't know.

But all I have is my soul

and a heart that doesn't believe it’s so.

Will the sky ever be blue?

Will stars ever shine again?

I wish I knew

But I miss my friend.

What’s going on here?

I will never know.

If only you were near.

But I can't even call you,

I'm full of fear.

My chest hurts

and my ears ring,

It’s so bad

I can't even sing.

My world is on fire

My smile is gone

But I think I finally know

what went wrong.

Love is patient,

Love is blind.

What’s going on here?

I'm no longer in control.

I need someone to steer!

Jesus Christ, be near. 

Does Anybody Hear Me: A Poem of a Girl Spiritually Oppressed

The room starts to spin.

My mind begins to wonder.
Tears come rolling down
as my heart begins to ache.

Slowly the darkness arrives,
and yet rapidly the light surrenders.
Does anybody hear me?
Because I wish I could shut myself off.

Does anybody hear me?
Because the list of unanswered messages is getting longer.
Does anybody hear me?
Because the list of answered phone calls is getting shorter.

Does anybody hear me?
Because I don't!

Because I lost my hearing long ago, 
with all the lies coming from my friends,
lies from my family,
with all the lies coming out of me.
Does anyone really tell the truth 

Does anybody hear me?
Does anybody hear me?
Does anybody hear me?
I'm going down.

People will have courtesy to say 
"Yeah, I hear you!"
But don't have the courage to say 
"I'm listening"
They have the courtesy to say 
"I'm here"
But just as long as it doesn't take 
"Too long"

Will somebody please hear me?
Will somebody hear me?
Will somebody hear me?
But they won't
But they won't 
But you didn't...