soft moonbeams cast shadows on damp grass
thoughts of things that never last
memories flood back from nights past
and take me away

the song of joy i find on my lips
the inner scream i never earned
like hot coffee taken in small sips
too much, too hot, too fast
leaves you feeling burned

this is what ive learned
this is what ive known
this is my life
it's all i own

so up, so down
so inside out
so confusing and dichotomous



God, i know i need to trust you.
i just wish you would stop making me

God, i know you love me
i just wish you wouldn't take the rest away


all i know...
is the bleeding in my heart
and the healing in your touch...


any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu