Category: Writers Block
Holy Spirit Working Overtime
My mind is overflowing,
With its ornaments of the past,
I can’t get rid of it
My own Christmas ornaments,
Though you can hardly call them that.
Knowing it would all soon end,
I vowed to be strong,
Just goes to show that hardly any promises made by us, count.
Only my Saviour has kept me strong.
He has allowed me to trip,
To show me that I need to call on Him.
With unshed tears in my eyes and constricting my heart,
I still have to be resilient,
I still need absolution.
Nothing was left of a crushed spirit,
But a few words of consolation from close friends,
For not even your own family counts in the end.
For they form their own cliques,
If you don’t agree,
You’re out on the street,
Like something undesirable.
I am lonesome,
My only companions being of the material variety.
A keyboard I can use,
A screen I can’t view, but being on, betrays my thoughts to those who can.
A cpu working to keep me writing down my torturing thoughts.
A machine that plays music controlled by others.
And dozens of little green boxes to keep me entertained.
Hmm, guess I’m rich then.
I can’t help with the payments of the house,
But I’m rich.
I can’t help the people here,
In a way, that will wow them,
But I suppose I’m still not drowning in poverty.
Rhauight. If you want to be talkative about riches, here’s the scoop.
I was bankrupt in the monopoly of life, going on four years ago.
What is that period of time,
But a pain to those who want to graduate quickly,
To get school over and done with,
To move on to bigger and better things?
For me, it was stretched in to six years,
Did I want to leave?
No, not once I knew what I’d be coming home to.
People who don’t understand each other,
People who would turn their own in because they need someone to blame instead of themselves.
I wanted to be where everything was peaceful,
Hence the reason why I keep these ornaments.
Some of them are broken,
Shattered against a solid cement wall,
One night, in my own room, no less.
The realization that I was wrong,
That nothing would right itself again if I stayed. If I kept the ornaments.
To write this now, hurts immensely.
It hurts more than the surgery in 1995.
I can’t talk to those who are in such close proximity,
That it constantly smells like smoke,
The smoke of a fire,
That was kindled from flames in 2005.
I don’t smell smoke from cigarettes. I know this now.
I smell the smoke of a memory that I slammed into the fire two years ago,
When I realized how stupid I had been.
I never should have said what I felt,
I never should have removed the walls behind I was hiding.
The ornament was too precious,
The times too exciting.
But it was a flase ornament.
I was the most gullible.
Such a treasure was not for me to have.
Now, I live with the regrets of not having let it go,
Before I burned myself with its emanating flame.
A flash of lightning after a gentle snow on my happiness, destroyed everything.
In my weakness I think about my lovely ornamental memory,
Then I need the Lord’s strength to help me survive.
Help me God,
For I have not forgotten her, Though she was cruel with my friendship,
Cruel with my heart,
Guess I fell for the gold on the outside. Everything on the inside was just a façade,
She was deceitful,
It only glittered for a while,
Then it was gone.
She turned against me,
Because of my simple thoughts,
She was mistaken if she thought she knew what I felt.
To feel so close hurts still.
But she will never understand. She’ll always take it the wrong way.
The worst thing is….
I still care.
that was an aweomse poem Araceli. I loved it
awesome chica, good job! loved it!
wow! that's really powerful, just keep strong and God will never leave you
Yira
Here's a good question for you, if you can't answer, you don't need to. I imagine nobody can explain it, but perhaps you can share how holy spirit works overtime. I know what the bible says about it, but I was just curious to see how you'd describe this thing you call "work." Is it something you're supposed to just accept by faith or something? I honestly never discussed this with a christian and I'm interested to learn about it.