what a beautiful mess im in

wake up
hearing the voice strong in those ears
"ring in a pigs snout
beautiful but filled with fears"
roll out of bed how to make the right decisions?

its all subjective
make them we will see what happens..
no.

but what of that pounding sensation
in your throat
as you pause in the mirror
eyes clear bursting green
in the early morning.
deep in the crevices
of your silk beating
life pump;
streams of
truth flowing
through you
up to wide eyes;
they stare back.

ignore.
look away so you can save face
clutching to things that make you feel alive
deep down you know it will
lead you to die.

temping looks and emotions
you must feel wanted
known and cherished?
get it from kind hearts... even though they
perish with you?
you fight and create a broken path
each time you let go of waiting because
"if he looks away again.."
you couldn't...bear..

open the doors
with your makeshift confidence
but then hes standing there
the challenge to all your fears
too good to imagine
even with many flaws
loving and surrendered
focused and handsome
secure and more.



not yours
maybe never.
but youve gone your own way
torn your love letter
given up on the idea
your a ring in a swines snout
no discretion, you let yourself out
onto the platters of the hungry.
leaving Bethlehem for Moab.


still hes just an image of a greater man
a person with rough scars in his hands
enough - and in control over pitiful schemes
reminding who
your supposed to be
a woman who FEARS THE LORD.
she shall be praised.

let me wait on the floor of
your house by your feet
take me out of the snout
polish me so ill be clean