makes me happy
lifts me up
and these things they are simple
it doesn’t take too much
Mostly this poem I wrote is how I feel. It doesn’t take very much to have me in delight, while other days I choose to ask lots of questions. Like Why? Why do I have to pick and peel? Why do I do that? It’s the control thing. I have control over it. I wish I would take control of something else though. You see there are days when I feel like a complete and total walking scab. And what is good about a scab? I tried to do the negative word thing
Then I tried to make it positive
But no matter how I try to make it. It remains the same. From my head to my toes. I won’t stop until I peel them all away. I desire a smoothness that isn’t possible because I wont stop peeling and picking. My skin, it has no choice to be well. I don’t give it that chance. Some tell me the healing is inside, it’s already there and all I have to do is believe. Then I wonder why can’t I just believe? Can it be that simple? Just believe. I’m not sure anything worth having in this life can be that simple. So I sit and wonder. Wonder how long? Is it for always? Will my brain somehow shift? Choices. We live our moments choice to choice. It’s up to me. What choice will I make in this moment? Will the urge be so strong that my choice will turn bad? Can my will someday stand up to my thoughts? Is it possible? I’m told ANYTHING is possible through Christ who strengthens and I say I believe and still, each choice is a struggle and my thoughts, they always win.