grave.

let me out 
of this buried trap.
release these chains
of society


that grip
so tightly.


the nature of
this love::
is enough.


i need this love
to pull me out.
out of this grave
i have made--


-- for myself.

in-between.

so close.
so far
away.
this decision--
i cannot make.


the guidance of
my maker--


i need::
send me.
--this fallen girl cries out.

beautiful chaos

my plans for this existence--
--mangled.
a mess of myself::i have made.
alone is me
 in this tornado 
of life.


-wait-


in the midst of it all
his delicate whisper--fills
my heart with blessedness.


i surrender to this mess--
--what a beautiful chaos.

broken record.

repetition of my sin--
--grows old
this broken record
repeats itself--
daily.
as the record spins
i grow numb.
numb to this song.
numb.
grace trickles down--
still
--this record spins
round and round.


broken.