Testimonies, stories, poetry, and rants from a girl with a lot of thoughts and a big imagination.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
A Little Broken
We all have some sort of past.
But in the shadow of the steeple,
We feel the need to put on a mask.
We lock up our guilt,
And put on sanctimonious shows.
Don't ever let anyone see,
Don't admit to the sin you chose.
We put on happy, smiling faces,
Forced to keep it all concealed.
Above all else, whatever you do,
Don't confess to the temptation you feel.
Don't tell anyone about your desires to sin,
Don't tell let them help, don't let them know.
Keep it between yourself and God,
Deal with your addictions on your own.
As long as the church holds this belief,
We will never be a hospital for the broken.
We'll be dressed up shams at a masquerade,
Never achieving the great commission.
Maybe if we weren't so ashamed,
And admitted to the help we need,
We could step into the healing he offers.
The lost lambs, we could begin to feed.
Read the explanation of this poem here: "A Little Broken" Explained
Sunday, March 2, 2014
I Lost Myself
I think I lost myself.
Somewhere along the lines,
I started being afraid to be me.
Afraid to sketch and to draw,
Because I wasn't the best.
Afraid to imagine and write,
Because I'm simply average.
Afraid even to sing at times,
Because I wasn't the favorite.
I think I lost myself.
Somewhere along the lines,
I started doing only what I was best at,
Only what I could really succeed at.
Don't face the fears,
Just ignore them.
Don't bother with challenges,
Only do what comes naturally,
Then maybe they'd approve of me.
I think I lost myself.
Somewhere along the lines,
I started worrying about being the best.
If I stuck to what I was good at,
No one could ever criticize me.
They could only applaud and say,
"Look there's Lindsey! She's so great!
I wonder what she'd accomplish if she'd only,
Challenge herself."