Sometimes I Feel I Can’t Manage This Heart



I have met solitude where rays kiss the grass. I have sandwiched myself between the rising of the sun and have found myself overshadowed, still, by the dusk. I have gotten used to this feeling of loneliness as a bird to a song, its feet to the branch of a tree, its heart enclosed within its feathers, making melodies for all, but none too long to last.

I have found that in my heart lies yet another bird beating about. Here, there is a song as well that –plays ceaselessly from e to D to E to d. Resting, covered under the eventide sheets lay intimate conversations within the radius of God’s heart -that purest of reds in the diamond mines.

I flap my wings and reverb; I am the music and the bird. I am the breaking of hearts in cold weather, fully forlorn under Father’s thumb. The world…

View original post 516 more words

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s