Ring Around the Rosie

Moving to the United States has left me feeling vulnerable. Left me feeling like a child trying to be included in the games played at recess. Striving so hard to have just one person willingly open up their hand and welcome me into their group - welcome me to become their friend.

Ring around the rosie

Hands and hearts so cozy

The bond never becoming diluted

Smiles, laughs and inside jokes

Only meant for the circle of folks

Within the ring of the rooted

Red rover, red rover

Send the new kid right over

To try and break through the barrier

Searching for just one soft spot

Realizing that they simply cannot

Retreating defeated in their error

And then there came another game

Waiting eagerly to hear their name

Only to be disappointed in the end

The last to be called upon

Ultimately their peon

Solely longing to blend

The balls aim to brand

Because they completely misunderstand

What is not common and familiar

Better to keep them down and out

Then to figure what they’re all about

Now who is really the failure?

Be the open hand

Be the soft spot

Call their name

Remember when others forgot

Open up your heart

Freely give an embrace

Welcome the outsider

And allow them to finally find their place

Rotting Pumpkin

Emptiness

Carved out like a pumpkin – scraped clean

But even carved pumpkins serve a purpose

A jack-o-lantern or innards for a warm pumpkin pie

I, I have no purpose

I am carved out, left alone in a field of nothingness

Left bare and naked, unable to move

Left vulnerable and empty

Left to rot

Losing Grip

If you don’t know where you’re going

Why continue to look

At some point

The winds will stop blowing

The sails will stop sailing

The waves will stop crashing

At some point

A direction must be chosen

Which way

Which way

The writing is empty

Losing its grip

The words are meaningless

Slowly releasing

Waiting to hear

But the sounds are hollow

Pain slips away

Sadness

Breaking, tattered, torn
Alone in a sea of faces
Interaction laps upon me
Soothing the chill of my heart
Only to wash and fade away just as quickly

Reality breaking into tiny particles
Until it becomes one with the cool night air
A glimpse in a dream
A figment of the imagination

Grays and blues
Smeared over a colorful canvas
What once was a beautiful picture
Now becomes ruined by darkness

Jagged, ripped
Pieces floating apart
From the original
From the original

The Battle

Tyrannous anger

Beating at the door

Of the unknowing soul

Dripping with venomous

Powers to consume

Its easy, pathetic prey

Oozing negativity

Spitting monstrosities

Feeding lies, upon lies, upon lies

Unaware and oblivious

To the danger lurking

Behind the tongue

Inattentive and blinded

To the menace

Waiting to pounce

Pompously pleased with its

Vile accomplishments

And unfair, mediocre victories

Unbeknownst to the nasty creature

Is the power one holds

In the depths of their heart

A home to the One

A home to the Son

Of the Almighty, I am

There is power in the blood

Power in the name

Power in the Son of God

Acceptance in the One

Who covers all sin

Who covers all shame

Acceptance in the One

Who spared His life

So we could gain

The Savior is the answer

The Savior is the defeater

The Savior is our victory

Child of My Soul

To crawl inside the deepness and the darkness

Amongst places that are a feared

It is worth it to find her, to seek her

It is worth it to draw her near

Find the one that brings you joy

The one that brings you gladness

Her innocence, her giggles

The laughter that wipes away all sadness

Her fondness and naivety

Of the world she clutches

Skipping the stones of imagination

Bringing love and beauty to everything she touches

Finding her is my mission

Holding on to her is my life goal

Seeking out the lost girl

The child of my soul