Monday, 28 September 2009
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By Anberlin
see relatedWe are now free to fly, free to truly live.
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.
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Comments (4)
to the one who sleeps with butterflies...this is one of the most amazing pieces i have ever read. i absolutely love we are now free to fly, free to truly live. maybe because the title alone makes me think of the first ever conversation we had. you defO have a gift in expression and being able to paint visuals with your words. i appreciate that this poem invites you in to see a vulnerable spot in you...or what you were feeling....are feeling...trying to convey. i hold that truth to be self.evident. i feel everyone has experienced what you wrote or will at some point and u captured it so well. i am so proud of you and so proud to be your friend. i'm already a better person having just met you. i genuinely respect your mind and the creative wonder that is you, alexa. peace be the journey xoxotarxoxo
@strummingthepainaway - Thank you girl :) I really appreciate you reading and being supportive :) I've learned a lot already being your friend so I'm glad it goes both ways. ha. I'm glad that my poems can relate and touch people... it makes me excited when I see people respond, not because I wrote it but because it shows me that it's more than just me too if that makes any sense :) Well welcome to xanga my friend:) And I'm excited to hear more great music from you!
i have just envisioned a divinely beautiful friendship between you two. i am so happy
for the two of you...
at this point in my life...
i am free of hurt,
free of the the pain,
and free of the suffering,
but still, so scared to FLY...
@hearthehurt - wow... Well keep on keeping on man... you are almost there! And thank you!