The last 2 days have been spent "cleaning" my desk. This is a task that I hate because it ends up being a time of "what do I do with that" and "why did I save that" instead of a time of "keep" and "pitch."
Anyway, I have a habit of writing lists in a notebook and then turning to the next page. I have been tearing out old pages full of lists, some completed, some never attempted. I found poetry in the middle of a notebook. I hardly remember writing it and I definitely do not know what I was thinking about! I want to share...
Memorial Day Weekend 6-2-04
hurt boy
wounded girl
mixed emotions
best friend
husband
baby boy
desire
guilt
attraction
betrayal
confusion
liquor
liquor
liquor
tears
seeking wisdom
finding friendship
conscience
clarity
courage
honesty
confrontation
relieff
Amen
This next one has no title and no date
I want to grow
You treat me like a child.
I want to learn
You treat me like a child.
I want to lead
to sing
to follow.
What makes me a child to you?
Singleness-not a child
Live with my parents - not a child
Temporary work -- not a child
I AM a child of God.
I AM His to use.
Please see me for WHO I AM -
not for who I was.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
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Welcome back. You were missed! I get my fix of you at least on Facebook and MySpace ;) xoxox see you soon!
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