her song

i.

the daily grind
staring up at a popcorn ceiling
that morphs into monsters
the same way clouds transformed
into images of my imagination
when i was younger
and naively happier

today
blue skies fade
like the end of a sonata
drawing in the reeking
scent of bitter nights
in an empty universe
devoid of stars
i am one being
empty light-years stretch
in every direction

if i am a lone star
make me a constellation
all i need is a draught of
drunken nebulas
let me breathe in the smoke
and catch, just maybe
some of its glory
secondhand

agh
i’m so lonely
rolling over in the sheets
wrapping myself in them
like a synthetic hug
i wake up
in a burial shroud
the headboard of my bed
nails into place a coffin’s lid
wooden sides fall into carpet

ii.

i have this dream
that replays itself in my head
as though it were a da capo 
that never ends
composed of smoke
and half notes
dying too early

in this dream
there is me again
but a different me
who smiles because she feels it
who walks with her head up high
who laughs at all her fears

in this dream
i’m not alone
never
ever
ever
alone

in this dream
there is an image that
does not go away
gentle afternoons and tired days
ending softly
spiralling downward
like helicopter leaves
grazing the concrete
and then falling some more
right into the arms
strong arms
of one who loves me
who will hold me through everything

when days
decrescendo
into soft webs spun
of the softest silk
my love is right beside me
i roll over
there your eyes kiss mine
and your fingers entangle in my hair
the way harmonies combine
and make one powerful voice

but oh
i must stop
stop dreaming

kiss me the way they do it in the movies
if
it makes
you happy
someday someone
will reach my soul

will it be you?
maybe there is only
one path
and if it leads through my body
take it

drive me
pull my strings
dance me
show me the moves
fill these endless starless nights
i’m your echo, your gravitational pull
you are a black hole
i am a dying star
but this is just 
temporary

this heart i give you 
for you to use
as you desire
in the end it’s worth it, no?

my mommy taught me early
everything has a price
but no one taught me how to love

iii.

what is love?
we chase it as we chase dreams
when we are younger
as though dreams
are butterflies, beautiful
and they are
but truly
they shatter just as easily, right?
they fly away just as easily, don’t they?

dreams are so easy to lose

i can’t seem to find love
how can i
when i don’t know what it is?
but there’s a hole through my heart
and if i trace it with my fingertips …

i see the shape of love


Hey girl,
I know the idea of being alone freaks you out. But it doesn’t mean you should settle for less than the best. Some part of you feels the need to satisfy him, but that is a lie. Know this: You are not his. And you don’t need a man to fulfill you.
You are smart, you are beautiful, you are kind, you are funny, you are special, and you are understood. Most of all,
you are loved.

I wrote this for you.
I hope you feel like someone gets you. I can only write so well, love so hard, feel so much, but there is Someone else who does it better.

God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved;
God shall help her, just at the break of dawn.

Even before he made the world, God loved us and chose us … God decided in advance to adopt us into his own family … This is what he wanted to do, and it gave him great pleasure … He is so rich in kindness and grace that he purchased our freedom with the blood of his Son and forgave our sins. He has showered his kindness on us, along with all wisdom and understanding.

Psalm 46:5, excerpts from Ephesians 1:4-8

Girl, God loves you more than you could ever imagine. That hole in your heart? Only He can fill it and give you calming, confident peace. It is a peace that no man can offer, and that the world can’t give.

2 thoughts on “her song”

  1. Thank you Gary for taking your time to comment! I appreciate your thoughts. This wasn’t written for any specific person in mind, but to all the girls around me that are hurting. Again, thank you for reading and commenting!

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  2. Hi Emily,

    Hey, I wondered where you went. I hadn’t seen a post. Very visual and pointed poetry piece. I loved the space them and how we do feel alone in the universe. I hope your friend is encouraged to let the Lord fill in all the missing pieces of her life with pieces that give peace and purpose.

    In Christ,

    Gary

    On Mon, Jul 15, 2019 at 3:50 PM In the Silence Between wrote:

    > Emily Faith posted: ” i.the daily grindstaring up at a popcorn ceilingthat > morphs into monstersthe same way clouds transformedinto images of my > imaginationwhen i was youngerand naively happier todayblue skies fade like > the end of a sonatadrawing in the reekingscent of bitt” >

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