I Stand Below A Streetlight.

I stand below a street light

Exceedingly terrified of darkness

I shiver in the cold of night

As I look for a way out of this wilderness.
Just yesterday we were happily ‘married’

But now it seems the devil put us asunder

There’s much pain, not just from my face that’s marred,

My heart is broken, to heal I’ll need a wonder.
I’ve heard there’s a God who mends the broken

I have a major wound that’s bleeding

I try to say a prayer hoping He’ll listen

In the meantime, I can’t stop myself from crying
I’ve heard it many times alright

That it’s wrong to live with my boyfriend

But love drove me crazy- I couldn’t wait

Besides, it seemed okay, it’s the trend.
Why would he even kick me out!

What happened to the promises we made?

There’s so much pain, I wish I could shout

I feel like the world’s staring, this is bad.
There is no condemnation…

I feel condemned

This is my confession

I know I’ve sinned.
Fish me out of this depression

Use whatever way dear Jesus

I’m in a desert of suppression

Save me from myself.

Let’s Toast!

To broken families that didn’t break us,
Hey, let’s toast to that!
To our forlorn lovers who left too soon,
Hey, let’s toast to that!

To the bad hair day and that shabby pair of pants,
Hey, let’s toast to that!
To that Physics class that tore our brains apart,
Hey, let’s toast to that!

To sleepless nights on empty tummies,
Hey, let’s toast to that!
To the dreams we carry and the hope we have,
Hey, let’s toast to that!

To the little things we do in great ways,
Hey, let’s toast to that!
To the failures and successes, and everything in between,
Hey, let’s toast to that!

To the sickly winters and the burnt out summers,
Hey, let’s toast to that!
To the days we smirk in attempts to smile,
Hey, let’s toast to that!

To wounds and bruises and cuts and scars,
Hey, let’s toast to that!
To every moment unwasted while seeking inspiration,
Hey, let’s toast to that!

To the Maker of the earth who mends broken hearts,
Hey, let’s toast to that!
To cycles and patterns that turn waste to gold,
Hey, let’s toast to that!

To the mountains before us and the broken oars,
Hey, let’s toast to that!
To the sky- out limit and the birds with which we flock,
Hey, let’s toast to that!

To things we say that almost make some sense,
Hey, let’s toast to that!
To choosing fate and faith over fame,
Hey, let’s toast to that!