Poetry by marie4500000






I'm His

The warmth is incredible
the sweet singing in my spirit
was like nothing i have ever experienced;
i felt alive as never before
connected as one;
His and mine all one.

i cannot separate myself from Him;
we are one and yet we have never touched.
i need Him; 
my spirit sings when He comes near
and cries when He leaves.

my spirit demands to be His;
declares me as HIs
oh gawd what if He does not want me?
How could i endure?
This is not a choice,
This is not free will,

This is the completion
my spirit has been searching
and screaming for;
I belong to Him even
before either of us have 
pursued the bonding.




Leave

Just Quit
Run
Leave

yet every time i try
i morph into a boomerang
only to return
only to admit
once you belong
once you become His
your free will
is no longer yours
but His to command


Leaving is impossible
connected as one
knowing he is Mine
unable to separate from Him
my spirit refuses
any steps that pull me from Him
my spirit screams to return

even in the wake of His aloofness
the pain of His apathy
the cold icy burn
cutting into my very soul
from His refusals
and lack of attention
i kneel in the broken glass
of my own creation
and wait in the shadows
unable to leave
knowing
I'm His.



Master i belong with You

i wish i had the words
to express fully
how much
you have taken full residence
in my heart, mind and soul.
Belonging to you
is where i always
need to be.

i learned how empty
and lost my world is
without You,
From now on
i surrender all to You.




Where are You?
Who are You?
I feel you smile at times,
Your energy consumes me often while i sleep.

I feel You so strongly,
I see images while in Your trance.
My spirit kneels when Your energy enters me.

Who are You?
Do You feel me?
I have become unsure
Who I am feeling.
I am so very confused,
Please find me soon.



Shattered
             
Crawling towards you
begging for your captivation
only to be denied over and over again

Pleading with eyes full of tears
begging for your attention
only to hear you scream
"toys are replaceable"
laughingly pontificating i'm nothing to you

slowly day by day
the crawling becomes more desperate
the rejection slithers around my neck
choking the air from my wings

still you scream with all your hubris
tearing me apart
with the slightest of breath from your lips

the hungry longing for any crumbs you'll toss my way
only to escalate the screaming starving from my core
my spirit crying from lack of care
breaking from all your absences
until finally a cracking sound occurs,

afraid, cowering and failing to shield
all i am splinters into a million tiny shards
and from the shattered storm
all that remains of me dilapidated and shattered.

Comments

  1. "KNEELING IN THE BROKEN GLASS OF YOOUR OWN CREATION"
    I loved that...shards of broken glass scattered along the path I have walked and seem to form below my feet before I even take a step.

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