Writing is cathartic for me. I find it to be one of the easiest ways to express myself. I recently wrote the poem below. Before you read it, I'd like to say, please don't worry about me. I know the poem is somewhat sad, but I usually write when I'm most emotional..ha ha. I just wanted to share it as blessing number seven tonight as I am so very grateful for the gospel of Jesus Christ in my life.
Her email and phone, she frequently checks
For an email, a voice mail, an instant message or text.
She sits in silence, hoping to hear a knock at the door.
But each night's the same; she ends up crying on the floor.
She tries to concentrate on work and on school.
The more time she fills, she knows her thoughts he won't rule.
A song brings a memory that she tries to push away,
But the next song does the same; she wonders if she'll be okay.
She longs for his presence, his smile, his touch,
His kindness, his humor, his conversation so much.
She decides to put her trust though in "giving it time,"
But each day is difficult, as she continues the climb.
The heart is fragile, it breaks, it is torn.
The owner often feels hurt, haggard, and worn.
So, one may ask, what will make her heart mend?
Time? Chocolate? These words that are penned?
Perhaps one might say, "yes, all of the above!"
But there's also someone who freely gives of his love.
He's one she can count on, he's steadfast, he's sure.
He's her Savior, her redeemer, her brother, her cure.
2 comments:
Beautiful. Love you Kate.
Goodness, I think you have your father's talent for writing, Katie. Beautifully thought out and I love how it came straight from your heart. You know exactly what to do to heal a broken heart but it can be a lot more easily said than done sometimes. Hang in there sweetie. We all love and adore you. I truly believe you will be blessed more abundantly than you could possibly imagine someday. Sometimes it happens when we least expect it and aren't necessarily looking for it. Just keep hanging on. :)
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