Dress of Pain (5-17-18)

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Smile my dear, they say

As she peels her eyes open to another day.

Not girly, but her dress of pain,

flows around and around, and the anchors,

her train.

Bouncing around, arms in the air,

letting it all go,

rain falling on her face, going with the flow.

Waters full of chemicals, burning her skin, 

and people trying to reach and help her,

but she’s not letting them in.

Her body has turned against her,

sores and wounds lie open, and it bleeds

infected memories, filling her soul with

the blood of her past and until its emptied,

she’ll never truly be free.

Look at the crown of lovely, they place on her soft hair.

Try and cover the ugly.

Paint it up, brush it down, it just doesn’t seem fair.

Stop wishing she would come around, and

leave her where she lays.

She’ll either get up or die,

And it may not be today.

So, go on, move forward spinning,

she dances to that music too;

An anthem of the chaos,

that has always rang true.

Spinning round and round, in this dress of pain….


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Can you see the ending,

staring straight ahead?

People are still broke, poor and starving.

Most are already dead..

Waiting for the final countdown,

living moment to moment with no cure.

Most have gave up everything,

cause everything is just too much to endure.

Noone can see the big reliever.

Noone can see their heal in sight.

Our savior calls out for his people,

but they no longer see his light.

It’s coming for us slowly,

but not many will pass through.

They have all gave up on his love,

still, he has not gave up on you.

How could we live this day to day life,

not caring what we could have in him?

Instead we choose a life of heartache,

instead we choose a life of sin.

I want to feel the light around me,

I want to feel the heal that awaits.

So that when he calls me home there,

I can embrace the final gates.

I will choose the light around me,

instead of living in this hole.

With no ladder to climb out with,

with noone to save my soul.

I am scared now he is near me,

I fear the damage he will see.

But when he comes here, I stand in awe,

because he is the one who looks passed that,

and sees just me.

The time grows nearer.

he comes closer to make the final call.

He wants us to see him clearer,

he doesn’t just want some of us…he wants to

love us all.