Tabitha Vohn's Blog - Posts Tagged "hurt"
Haiku: Silence
Your silence is a
Daily death each time a piece
of me dies with it.
Daily death each time a piece
of me dies with it.
Resolve
I've been trying to
force myself to be
okay
as if I can
rearrange my
spiritual insides
through sheer will
as if filling my
days with endless
tasks tasked to
prove I deserve to
exist can somehow
make me worthy of
what can only be
construed as gifts
meanwhile
my brave smiles
feel like frauds
I cry from exhaustion
on the drive home
feel unworthy of
thank you's
ask constant forgiveness
when I pray
Most of all I feel
Guilty
How can I be
sheltered
in such a calm
sea of blessings
yet
acknowledge this
broken limb I
keep trying to
kick with
It's like maybe
if I stopped trying
to force myself to
be happy
I could stop
hating the truth
that I'm not yet
healed
If I
stop tugging on stitches
mending
my heart could
beat free of this
antiseptic sting
Maybe if I
can just accept that
I loved someone
enough to upend my
spiritual insides
and I don't want to
reinvent again
Because hope dies
last
and I'm still standing
with scalpel in hand ready
to donate heart, arms, voice,
this pen, sleepless nights,
tear-stained streets, yoga mat
cries and heavenward pleas
Maybe if I can
forgive myself for
mistakes
I fear I must have made
Then I'll make space
for redemption to
enter in
It's true
God heals us when we're
broken
It's equally true
I have to let Him
force myself to be
okay
as if I can
rearrange my
spiritual insides
through sheer will
as if filling my
days with endless
tasks tasked to
prove I deserve to
exist can somehow
make me worthy of
what can only be
construed as gifts
meanwhile
my brave smiles
feel like frauds
I cry from exhaustion
on the drive home
feel unworthy of
thank you's
ask constant forgiveness
when I pray
Most of all I feel
Guilty
How can I be
sheltered
in such a calm
sea of blessings
yet
acknowledge this
broken limb I
keep trying to
kick with
It's like maybe
if I stopped trying
to force myself to
be happy
I could stop
hating the truth
that I'm not yet
healed
If I
stop tugging on stitches
mending
my heart could
beat free of this
antiseptic sting
Maybe if I
can just accept that
I loved someone
enough to upend my
spiritual insides
and I don't want to
reinvent again
Because hope dies
last
and I'm still standing
with scalpel in hand ready
to donate heart, arms, voice,
this pen, sleepless nights,
tear-stained streets, yoga mat
cries and heavenward pleas
Maybe if I can
forgive myself for
mistakes
I fear I must have made
Then I'll make space
for redemption to
enter in
It's true
God heals us when we're
broken
It's equally true
I have to let Him
Published on February 13, 2017 04:28
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Tags:
healing, hurt, introspection, letting-go, pain, poem, poetry
Second Attempt
The way I love you
wouldn’t cause any notes
on a scandal
yet every contact I
get from you is a high
it’s true
I drop tears from
missing you
Read more at: http://tabithavohn.com/blog
wouldn’t cause any notes
on a scandal
yet every contact I
get from you is a high
it’s true
I drop tears from
missing you
Read more at: http://tabithavohn.com/blog
Published on August 08, 2017 07:36
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Tags:
blood-brother, celtic, fairy-tale, family, forlorn, friend, gothic, grief, hope, hurt, lit, loss, love, lyrical, myth, poem, poetry, quotes, sadness, soul-mate, spiritual, spirituality, spoken-word, unrequited-love