Much too normal for anything formal…that is the truth.

Much too selfish to really be helpless…it must be a spoof.

Guided, it’s blighted…something so insensitive.

Right, it’s tight…something too intensive.

What is there to this life only to talk and walk?

So only that in the mix freedom can be sought and achieved.

And never was there a promise to know through such talk.

Yet it is true it is in how we have perceived.

But there is hope which promises we do not have to know…

Everything, no we do not have to.

But when we find truth it starts to show…

And when it does there is nothing else more preferable to do.

By Alexa Faith

I think we found that moment in someone else’s pocket

because it seemed too real and too unreal at the same time.

It was familiar, but new,

Stunted, but true.

Odd, but you, and me, we are going to be okay.

In fact we are better than we were, that is, only today.

I let go so long ago, while you trampled through the ground we thought we had once.

And something so hidden made itself ridden, as soon as we found the points of trust.

I loved so many things about the way you seemed, and maybe, you are just what I thought I had dreamed…

But the truth is in the proof…for that was in our youth…yes, that was in our youth.

So when children are children, well, they speak as children.

And when people are people they begin to make it, somehow or another, back to some sinkhole.

That is where we have to decide…to be honest or to hide.

I finally chose to be honest…with myself first, and then with you, it was all too late I suppose.

Clothes wear down, and you will probably never again see me wear another gown.

And clowns even frown at the sight we had once portrayed;

It made labeled, plastic enclosed food even somewhat decayed.

But let’s not be rude for there is more to this…

I have already let go, but I have learned from this.

So my thoughts come simple or maybe plain, as a teenage pimple…

I never meant to hurt you, and though your thoughts come from another view…

Just know it was not intended to hurt you.

So we must know something from all of this…at what price comes childish bliss?

Maybe we bore a toothache or two… but I know, I learned so much from you…

Lifelong lessons of which you cannot invent sessions to teach such things.

And through it all I learned to find shelter in the shadow of His wings.

And even today I have learned to stand more sure…so much more; it has made me more secure.

But the truth it is this is not about me, but how from this, God can make a man free.

Free of the hurt we inflict on ourselves.

Free of the lies that the enemy tells.

Free of the unwanted hurt others seem to give.

Free to fly and truly free to live.

Alexa Faith. Copyright.