Delusions of Grandeur

I pressed my hand deep into my stomach. 

I made sure I got to the core. 

I found it, held it, and pulled.

Threading thinly through,

I sow my heart in You.

I must first spin the contents new.

Do I transform it, or simply admit that it's there?

Is that where change begins?

I face my fears, my hopes, my dreams; I admit to all my sins.

How humiliating it is, to make a mistake!

How important is my suffering.

How do I face my plight if all I have is wondering?

Shall I hide, cry, die?

Because I dare to hope?

I keep walking forward, keep persevering and it leaves me with a desire to tope.

The message sent says "Have a seat."

The message inside says get up and reach!

The result is somewhat chaotic.

These are my delusions,

They're special to me.

I think that I will keep them.

Dammit.

Look for her arms, 

Down, feet grow into legs.

See hips, waist and breasts.

She definitely exists, let me confirm. 

She definitely exists.

Look for her eyes,

Up, there is a smile.

See her mouth, lips curved slight. 

A Great Appeal.

A wild horse can be tamed, 

But she will not come when you call her.

She may trot to your vicinity, 

But she will not stay. 

A wild horse desires the mountainside,

The wind, dangerous and liberating. 

She will watch you approach her,

She will measure your steps. 

A wild horse gives you something.

Sometimes you receive it,

Other times,

You feel robbed.

She is powerful and assertive,

Placed so precisely on the earth. 

She may never obey you. 

This, a great appeal.  

Sunshine

There's something really jolting about the sunshine, 

Especially after its been cold for a while. 

It's like a reminder, or a piece of thread,

Sewn from the natural world, right through my flesh. 

The connection I forgot, 

Is back again. 

I am human,

I am living. 

The Hardest Part

Seriously, everything is on the table.

Each card has been dealt.

Let me take a moment to, 

Feel a bit embarrassed.

Can I admit all there is,

On the assumption that that will be helpful? 

Now that I'm a telling person,

There's no end to the change of 

Roles that comes along with that. 

Only I know who I need to be:

Let's agree that things are better now.

A Challenge.

Grace is something I'm quietly waiting to understand

Each time I think I know it,

No, there's more to it than I hold.

To be faced with all I am, all you are,

Let it be a soft, kind moment.

Each time I think I know it,

No, there's more to it than I can hold.

Every day is a lesson.

So I give myself, and you, what we need

So, I give it time. 

For the love of all that is Holy,

Anyone could have given up! 

I know there must be limits to what I have earned.

There must be limits.

Here, I find none. 

For the love of all that is Holy,

Understanding is a job.

Let me see?

New life comes with the promise

Every hope 

Shines, 

Shapes.

Pouring Out.

Keep on going,

It's no time to quit.

No, it's not about what's changed.

Don't look around, look in! 

No need to stay where you were

Each answer gives you something you need. 

So, don't wait to be asked, 

Show us all what you've got. 

Go, do, speak, see.

Only you know what you feel. 

One foot glides in front of the other. 

Don't let it happen without you.

Never let yourself check out.

Each moment can meet a need

So, don't wait to be asked. 

Show us all what you've got.