I’m running away I’ve fled
So as not to loose myself
I lie with you but instead
I’m confused so I’ve escaped
You have neither courage nor honor
What is it then that you fear?
You insist, You & I are one
You propose nothing more than we continue,
but are we blessed?
Paintings and flashing colors
I need rest…
...in my dreams…
…in my head…
...my head.
I’m weak, versus you
my soul, my flesh despairs.
If I yield, I’ll come undone.
Jesus is His son!

sometimes it is better to come undone... such emotion in your words..

Wow! Mostly I have my words and feedback ready right away. Your poem overwhelmed me and I had to think about it first.

Aren’t we all God’s children? Children of The Light? Aren’t we all ONE? Isn’t blessing just being happy with who we are and what we have? In my opinion is our greatest trap our everlasting longing for satisfaction in one way or the other. Honour and courage can be different for ppl, it’s a point of view I suppose….

I wouldn’t mind you to yield, that can be very liberating. I hope you find your rest and peace of mind.

Hug, C* :cool2: