My Heart

"You're
Beating
My
Heart"

Flutter
Kick
Tap tap
Triple flip.

Inner Beauty

Her feet glided over smooth pebbles
That scattered the floor.
The wind danced between her fingers
And she slowly swayed.

Her soft grace protected her soul
Like strong metal armor.
And she glowed of sweet aroma,
Laughing with children at play.

Men bowed in admiration
To the spotless soul that strolled their way.
And young girls, wide-eyed,
As the young lady drifted by.

Dear God

Your hands, cupped
To receive the little that I have.
The little that I’ve held back.

I open, clenched hands
That stayed that way for a while too long
Holding on to things that are not mine.

I unmask the face
That I’ve hidden from you
With decorations and definitions of beauty.

I cry the tears
That sweep through my steel doors
Into the arms of my Savior, my dear God.

Why I Write III

I scribble memories
And send them off in
Stampless envelopes

Covered in your name
With invisible ink
That stains my hands.

Stories A Boy Would Tell

I got a new one today.
A scar
Big and fresh.
A story I’m ashamed to tell.
A story of a broken heart,
Of a “love scar.”
But if a girl should ask,
I’ll just tell her I got bit by a shark.
“Yes Dear, that’s where I got my scar.”
Because she was a shark after all.