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I Wish I Knew

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Composed 9/4/17
Description: Inspired by life and today’s Daily Prompt: Educate.

Oh how to help a friend in need?
My empathy seems unfounded and strange

But I feel it
How do I express it?

Words seem repetitive and frivolous
I yearn to act
But I am at a loss about how to proceed

I wish I could know your mind
And act it out silently
So you could know my odd sincerity
Is not robotic but deep
Falling through a pit in my heart
To the stomach
And welling up to the throat and leaking through the eyes
Though I try to swallow

I suppose
I just care
About you about all of
This
And I wish you were aware
That you are not alone
That I am there

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A Love

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Composed 4/11/16
Description: Trying desperately to keep up with NaPoWriMo. I actually think I’m doing okay, considering I’m also somehow managing to balance work, final projects and papers, and a social life. Anyway, expect a few things to come your way today, including this piece for Day 9, roughly inspired by feelings from yesterday and scribbled down mere seconds before sleep.

It’s not loneliness
Simply the memory of
What it’s like to dress up and be admired
To look forward to those eyes and
The sweet messages they hold
It is something unique to feel
Whole in someone’s presence
Grasp a hand and feel like you’ve added another body and mind to you
It’s more than mind-reading
It’s knowing
It’s a heart beating and
A comfort feeling
Like home on Christmas morning
Not just love but a part of you
A history
Of banter, laughs, arguments, genuine compliments
It’s a life
A love I’m looking for

The Point

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Composed 4/11/15
Description: For Day 11 of NaPoWriMo. This one was inspired by a Bible study I am currently working on. Really helped me understand this so much better.

If there’s a plan
If it’s all just carved in stone
Then why bother?
If all my movements are predicted
Every choice known and mapped
What difference will it make?
We can press our heads to the floor
Let blood pound in our ears and hands
Can it
Will it
Change His mind
If the book’s already written?

Probably not.
That’s not the point.

The point is the process
An option of opportunity
To participate
To become one
We contribute
We are a part of the miracle

We rest our feet
On Daddy’s shoes
He leads
He steps
We are a part of the dance
And like a dancer
We feel joy