I'm Not Blogging. Really.

I don't really feel like writing any poetry today, so I think I'll skip it.













Just kidding.

I don't know what I'm going to write, so this may be terrible, but nobody reads this blog anyway!
Here goes nothing:


Her reddish hair waves in the wind,
As she walks over the open field,
Toward the road that she knows is there.
The tears in her eyes reveal
The tears in her soul.

No one should feel this alone.

She clenches her fists and
Walks alone,
Determined not to let her feelings show.

But they do,
And she knows.
Even in that great field
Under an open sky.
Even when she thinks she's alone,
Someone sees.
Deep inside she knows.

She's been locking herself up inside,
Her heart is beating
But she doesn't feel alive.
She knows no pain,
Even though she tries to.

Just because you're alive
Doesn't mean you can't be dead.

But new life exists,
All that is required
Is that she die to the death
That is this world.
Doesn't sound so hard,
Does it?
Doesn't it?
It's not.
Trust me.

Trust Him.