for one year, i’m not going to share anything new.
There’s a disconnect between who I am,
and who you’ve made me to be.
I try to pay for my freedom –
but your sacrifice has already made me free.
the river flows where no one knows,
except the river’s maker.
a traveler walks along its shores,
convinced to go wherever it will take her.
i’ve seen all that i am
through the eyes of a Savior.
not a burden or a bother —
but a daughter, highly favored.
in due time, i will uncover
the purpose i was made to discover.
but for now, i’ll stay hidden under the covers —
pretending that the world is kind.
i think i see you now —
face to face in time.
with eyes of fire, yet kind
yearning to stop the madness, to remind —
that you’ve already broken the chains that bind.
love slow, sweet one –
for there is so much you’ll miss
if you live with no pace –
there’s much more to life than this.
Celebrate the victories when there are victories +
mourn the losses when there are losses –
life is but a battle between the turns and the tosses.
I keep a journal, as most 20-somethings do. As someone who writes everything down, I love to look back on them and see both my triumphs and trials. Journals are a place to see growth, a written roadmap through every victory and every loss. I hold them close, as if letting them go would nullify the experience. They are the physical representation of every scar and strength I have.
“If I gain the world, would it be worth the price?
To work these hands to death, and not be satisfied?
If every effort brought another sleepless night, I’d be so tired.
I have strived enough to know that this divide
can never be repaired through countless second tries.
Still I stay the course avoiding what is right
Now I’m so tired…. I’m just so tired.”
– “Relent (Reconstructed)”, by Citizens