Consistently, you insist with me and wear me down
reigning over my will you've fulfilled, so here's your crown
my voice of protest, I attest, now only a whisper
I can't seem to get too far, and regard her only as "sister"
seeking relationships I drift, this looming idol to me
i can't seem to move or get through, and simply let it be
a norm to naturally form, to whatever it becomes
so I'm writing to fight this insecure me, that it all seems to stem from
Focusing on "me" eventually becomes a focus on "us"
a "want" will eventually become a "must,"
i shouldn't need another for this validation
yet the more i ignore, or implore, the more infatuation,
so in love with this idea of simply being in love
hoping for another score, just one more hit of this drug,
i don't believe that there's anything wrong with passion
but I must confess, I seem to obsess, and don't want it in this fashion.
How is it I can ignite and fight against my own nature?
and not even trying, it's prying, my emotions constant stir,
part of me would rather not bother with it at all
not worry about this mess and rest in peaceful resolve,
but any little inch of hope can soon stretch into a mile
so even for a small chance I'll find someone to beguile,
the more i try and not be, the more it seems I am
there's not way out for this, helpless slaughter for the lamb
I want to live without feeling being single means I'm unwanted
like I'm told I'm not good enough for someone, the thought I want to rid,
adjust in me my heart's lens, to focus on Your plan
rearrange my thoughts and actions, make me understand,
my wholeness depends solely on Your holy identity
to fill this void in my soul all days, it's only in You completely.
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Poetry: Symmetry and Reflections
PoesíaA collection of poems I've written over the years that primarily explore human emotion, reflection, and spirituality amongst other themes.
