A Younger, Angrier Self

This poem was also written a few years ago and I ache for my all that was and I am so thankful for the love, compassion and grace I have been blessed by and allowed to experience.

There is hope in the darkest places.

For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you a hope and a Future!

Jeremiah 29:11

I cannot find the words

To say what I want to say

To set free this feeling boiling & frothing inside me

Expanding, Exploding

Desperate to escape!

Growing heavier with every hour

I am unable to find the words

That would fit like a key

To unlock this dark tangled mess

Living inside of me

I am unable to express

This confusion

& hatred.

This d e s p e r a t e need to be loved

to be needed

to be wanted

to be comforted

& understood

Like a waterfall I want these feelings to come crashing out

To break to pieces on the rocks below

To turn to mist and disappear

Or maybe for me to just not exist

At all.

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