Dying World Dying world, where will you go? |
By Grace, Be Still
My heart is searching for its purpose |
Eternal Scars
I don't know how He felt, but I can't help but feel connected. |
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Lost in the Woods I’m lost in woods, and I can’t see because I forgot to bring my flashlight. Stupid me, huh? He doesn’t think I’m stupid though; I know that now. But that doesn’t stop me from feeling that way. He’s waiting for me now, but I’m not ready to come home yet. I don’t know why… yes I do. I keep telling myself that something’s out here for me, that I’m missing out on something. I got tired of listening to my Daddy, day in and day out, and I just wanted a break. I just wanted a few days where I could get away with doing what I wanted, anything; even if I knew that what I was doing wasn’t good for me. I didn’t care and still don’t, at least I don’t feel like it. Because I can’t feel anything. I don’t know how I ended up in the woods, but I remember my way out. My Daddy’s tried to call for me, to help me find my way, but I didn’t want to come out just yet. So He’s waiting for me, at the edge of the woods; He’s waiting for me to come out of the woods on my own time. Isn’t He great? But I didn’t think so. I thought that He wasn’t doing enough, but then again, I’m not a parent and don’t know the first thing about dealing with rebellious children. I didn’t tell my Brother where I was going either, and my cell phone’s not getting a good signal out here. I texted him, but I’m sure I’m gonna be billed for roaming. But he did reply. He only texted me once, and with the shortest message ever. You’d think that you’re older brother would be worried that his little sister is lost in the woods, but He only sent me one message. It said, “I love you. Come home.” I saved it, and I look at all the time. It’s actually the only thing that keeps me from going deeper into the woods. I want to go further, but that text message keeps getting to me! I thought about deleting it, but I hate getting rid of stuff, then longing for it after it’s long gone. I should’ve brought a sleeping bag, but all I brought with me were my misconceptions. They’ve been leading me through the woods the whole time, and now, they’re gone. They’ve left me for dead with no food and only a bottle of water to keep me dependent on them. They told me that they were going to find food but never came back. They told me that three days ago, but three days feel like three months out here… Well, I think I’m gonna go back home now, but I’m sure I’m gonna bump into plenty of trees on the way there. Hopefully, but not undoubtedly, I won’t bump into anymore wolves because I don’t have any more flesh to tear. I’ll walk slowly, not because I don’t want to bump into anything but because I’m scared. I’m scared to go home because I know that I’ll have to behave from now on, I know that I’ll have to act and not just be, I know that I’ll have to be transparent instead of the camouflage that blends in with every scenery. I’ll have to try, and I hate trying. But I will; I will try. I feel sick just saying it, partially because I know that I can do more than try, but I’ll try nonetheless. And if I have time left to make it home…I’ll never leave again. |
My Intro to Life
Former everything; I miss nothing. I've finally found a reason to live for something. The "world" is now my mission, Since I've become a God-fearing Christian. Depression and self-corruption is just a portion of my past, Until I woke up and figured out how to last. My life is a chance to help others see The Light Before it's too late and they see the Eternal Night. My eyes are wide open; I can see all the possibility. I pray that majority can one day see what I see. |
For more of my poetry, go to http://rusheena.blogspot.com/ (By Faith Alone), http://rusheenarandom.blogspot.com/ (So Random), and http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/author.html?id=291908 (Poems&Quotes) |