Anxiety – Thoughts From a Tree

2 am//a poem

2 amforms the foundations of my thought lifeif only dawn could cut through the knife ofmy thoughtsperhaps i would a be lessworried person but here i am again, i’msorry morning methat you will sufferalmost as greatly as my thoughts do nowsimply because i was unable tosleep.

title forgotten from haste//a poem

i’m intaking so many things and i’m
wondering if i’m putting anything out and my….

unfocused day dreams//a poem

i’d dream for daysfilling every hour withwishing i had the powerto force beauty into bloom; i am looking in the wrong places for beauty andlife andhope. i want to dwell on you and all that you are andpleaselet my hours befilled only and all withThee.

{alright hours}

Everything is loud at this time of the night. I can sit in the darkness and finally see light, examine every conversation and tone and “Try, try harder.” “Try, try less.” “Get more things.” “You’re so blessed.” This quiet is loud and my head is a mess. Often turning inwards only ingrains my worries intoContinue reading “{alright hours}”

You Get It.

I wrote this in February, after reading the account of Jesus (Mark 14 32:52) in the Garden of Gethsemane and haven’t gotten around to posting until now 🙂 Dear God, Tonight I’m reading about you, specifically in the garden of Gethsemane. And I saw something that I haven’t seen before: Jesus was overwhelmed. God, someContinue reading “You Get It.”