The Weeping Willow
Heart hurts, invisible tears on my pillow
Flowers bloom right next to the weeping willow
Losses chip away at me like I’m made of granite
So many regrets, wish i could do it all over again— damn it
But don’t misunderstand it, the whole play wasn’t bad
Just certain acts hurt, the regret makes me mad
Why couldn’t see what I so clearly see now?
Wish I tended to the garden, now all I can do is plow
I’ve screwed up more times than my name got written on the board
But my name is on the hand of the Most High Lord
I’m His affection the apple of His eye
Like a balloon that inflates me when I find it hard to get by!
Sigh . . . Life is a roller coaster full of twists and how it can suddenly turn
How do You make beauty from ashes when all I do is burn?
Say, “I’m fine” with a smile on my face
Sometimes I wish life was softer like lace
But GRACE means regardless of how much I’ve failed and tried
His song over me is Truth no matter how much life lied!
Whispers pierce my heart like nails through His wrists
Try to hold onto life as it slips away like a midst.
+Hope Abounds+ JMB ✍️
+ Part of being an artist, a creator, is to express emotions you’ve felt, or maybe people close to you are feeling, even if you’re not feeling them when you write it . . . So, please don’t ask me if I’m fine.
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