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.

I want to sit here all day…

And just wait until someone has something to say.

It seems they all died yesterday…making fun of each other and snickering for play.

I wonder why they do what they do… but somehow I know somewhere there is truth.

Beyond the lies that say a lie is a truth… beyond the way they hate the way they do.

What’s love got to do with it? A famous philosopher replies.

It’s got everything within it… it can open your eyes.

We wonder at the hate as we anticipate our enemies end.

And the money we spend… or spent as it is gone has made us make an end.

But endings can be good sometimes, so much is true.

Maybe there is purpose to everything we do.

But the world is big and bad they say… I don’t want to go outside today.

I can’t make a difference… I’ll just sit and regress in my little fence… of life… of time… of energy… of dimes. My world is infinite, but finite too.

For some reason I need to go out and buy new shoes.

Maybe I will go out, after all, today… face the big bad world so my enemies can say… maybe she is worth something anyway.

But to please anyone is this world is not a reason or real plea… only what we do which matters for eternity.

So I will go out today and face the big bad world… maybe then change can start to swirl.

Alexa Faith