Watching Birds Fly

I am beautifully broken
it's the first time it hasn't hurt
and it's strange
that I can see and stand, here and now
because I should be crushed

But You have shown me the beauty
in the broken
The peace in the middle of my chaos
And it's beautiful to be free

I am living a dream
It may be mine or else it's yours
But the dream has to continue
Else all will be lost

I am waiting for one
Unsure if he will come
Maybe someday I'll see
But today is lost in aloneness
You are not here and I can't see

I know now
I just want to be loved
But the love I have is easily lost
And the pain is my doing
I drive the knife right into my own heart

I am unable to live like this
I know it well enough
I am dysfunction
Still, my heart is pure today

And it's a gift
I don't understand
But grasp onto
With all I have

Labels: poetry