Voices

So many
Voices
Telling me

I am

Not good
Enough
 
And the gifts
I have to offer
Are meaningless

So many voices
And the irony
Of it all

Is that the loudest

Of the voices
Is mine

Endure

Sometimes
Hard things
Come to us
In life

For no

Particular
Reason

That can only be

Walked through

Crawled through

Endured

And other times

Good things
Come to us
In life

For no clear reason

That make us smile

At our good fortune

 

The good

And the bad

Just come

 

And when they come
We are invited
By life

To endure our hardships
To enjoy our good fortunes

Whatever
The case
May be
  

 

 

Maybe Now It's Time

Maybe now
It’s time

For what

I’m not sure

But my heart says

Open your eyes

And my soul says

Be ready

And who

Am I
Not to listen

Lacks Mercy

This world
Lacks mercy

Which is confusing

Because mercy
Is free

And healing

And needed

So why then

Are we so
Stingy with it

With something intended
To wash us over clean
And make us
Well

Tether

When the mind
Is not free

The world within

Threatening

I wish for a tether

From him to me

And a tether

From me
To reality

Would be nice

If it were all
That easy