Under Construction

I am the everyday
That hurts and bleeds
Longs for truth,
To be free but settles for
pocketing lies and deceit
contending with moments of neglect
brushing the softness that fades
as deep pools of tragic- when wept
find themselves unsatisfied

I am the everyday
that cowers in the vastness
of skies above
surrounded by thickets of meadows
only to ignite
a foolish brush of anger

I am the everyday
that looses bits of integrity
folding silently
hoping for the next day break
of chance to redeem... unspoken words

I am the everyday
that sees this heart beat
not accepting defeat
hoping for least traveled paths-
straying from cool seductive asphalt
begging on the heels
of my worn shoes
desperately adhering to
souls soothing tales of blues

But I am the everyday
who knows of joy and truth
the promise of hope unspeakable
when lights seems dim
and fingers grasp in futility

He holds tighter still
as the Son risen
and the sun rises
boasts daily of His grace and mercy
This is the everyday
that holds my heart
that never fails
or whithers way
the every daily promise
of His word.


A little poem that's been trying to climb out.. still needs work but for now...an honest assessment of me currently
thanks for reading
your friend Astrid