My Poetry

Gathering Dust

Over there
Gathering dust in the corner
Too lazy
To pick you up and do what I love
No time
To bother spending it with you
Too busy
With life and problems
To waste my time on you

What you used to be was my sole pastime
Being with you brought me out of the world
Sent me above all the worries and cares
Enveloped me in the peace of innocence

Look at you now, just waiting for me
To be with you like what used to be
But it can't happen because every time I try
Something gets in the way, something caught my eye

I look at you regretfully
And see you staring back
Just waiting for me to walk up
But when I do, it's fast

You see, I have no time for you
Though I care about you so much
There are other things I want to do
So you get shoved to the back

I want to be with you sometimes
And wish for something more
But either I'm too tired to
Or just too busy for you

I'll get around to it someday
I'll work on it pretty soon
But we both know that's not happening
Until I give up me for you

What started out as an analogy for leaving an instrument you loved to play in the corner and never playing it, and spending time with people you're "too busy" for, apparently became an analogy for my relationship with God. I want to talk to Him, but I keep pushing Him back until I spend maybe three minutes a day talking to Him. He's always there waiting, and I know I'll enjoy talking to Him, but I get distracted. I want it to change, but I know I need to change in order for that to happen. And of course: I'll do it later. If you want to, please pray for my summer, that I can change enough to let God into my life more. Thanks. :D This poem was also from God. (Update: I did talk to God a lot during the summer. Praise the Lord!)

I actually wrote this because I was afraid that I would stop playing the piano after I stopped taking lessons, but I've actually played it more. And the poem grew into something else as well.