This struggle
This battle raging across the turf
Of my heart
And my home
And bleeding over into this world
We’re all struggling
~
This confusion
These conflicting passion clamoring for release
In my heart
And my home
And echoing throughout this world
We’re all confused
~
This ache
This wound stabbing and scarring and searing
My heart
And my home
And staining with blood this world
We’re all aching
~
Because something’s gone wrong
So horribly wrong
And we know it,
Like this branding of the soul
That seals the message with fire
What message?
This message—
Death, death, death
This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be be,
This isn’t how it used to be, long ago,
Before the stars began to sing
And each one of us knows it
Oh, how we know it
Each born with a mar to remind
That something’s gone wrong,
So horribly wrong
Litsa, your writing is so wonderful. I love how each word is powerful – nothing’s too flowery or wordy, but simple and concise and so much more meaningful. This poem reminds me of Andrew Peterson’s “Come Back Soon” that says “If nature’s red in tooth and in claw / Then it seems to me that she’s an outlaw / ‘Cause every death is a question mark / At the end of the book of a beating heart / And the answer’s scrawled in the silent dark / On the dome of the sky in a billion stars / But we cannot read these angel tongues / And we cannot stare at the burning sun / And we cannot sing with these broken lungs / So we kick in the womb and we beg to be born / Deliverance! Deliverance, O Lord! / O Lord, come back soon . . .” Thank you for sharing this lovely poem.
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Thank you so much. Your words are a blessing. And thank you for sharing those lyrics — they’re exactly what was going on in my mind as I wrote this.
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