Is not a magic trick It is more like an elaborate bath That takes place repeatedly Time and again Taking steps towards redemption Learning over and over That self-salvation Is no salvation at all And that the best parts of our existence Are gifts from a gracious God. Pushing down the urges towards Self destruction […]
Read more "Walking away from who we once were"Each of us carriesWithin our own membersThe machinery necessaryFor our personal catastrophe;Unrealistic demandsOn the people will love,Self destructive tendenciesStemming from a sense of inadequacyOverweening prideThat sucks everything we loveInto a self-serving vortex.Half the battle of being happyIt seems, is weeding outThe sapplings that have sproutedFrom our own seedsOf discontent.
Read more "Seeds of destruction"Is awkward.Addressing “little things”Long before they grow,Taking steps toward sobrietyLong before the first glass.Breath takingly bad decisionsDon’t often happen spontaneously.Those that fallWere once certainThey never wouldAnd many who promised to always be thereFound themselves walking away.Nipping things in the budIs awkwardBecause the best timeTo deal with weedsIs also the easiest point in timeTo overlook them.
Read more "Nipping things in the bud"Makes plain Some of the complexity Of being human. It’s one thing for another person To know that you have ‘Problems in general’ And quite another for someone To be intimately familiar with your weakness. Perhaps now that you’re vulnerable, People won’t idolize you like you Secretly hoped they would, And your imperfections Won’t be […]
Read more "Being Vulnerable"It turns out monsters are real. And the ones we should be Worried about aren’t the ones You read about on the news, Or the ones we used to imagine Hiding beneath our childhood beds, Or lurking in the shadows Near a haunted house, Or ruling a dictatorship In a foreign land. No, it is […]
Read more "Fighting monsters"Because life can get too much. We seek out distraction To mute the sickening sense of dread Of feeling our hopes and dreams Slip between our fingers Vanish before our very eyes And threaten to descend with us Into a pit of quiet desperation. So we hide behind screens, Alcohol and half hearted relationships, Looking […]
Read more "Distraction as medication"Not much in our emotional lives Is random. Friction adds up And doesn’t go away when you ignore it. Like rust, it slowly builds Into corners of resentment Nooks of bitterness Carving out a private lounge of victimhood. And often it’s the external blow outs That get all the attention- The obviously threatening situations That […]
Read more "The thing beneath the thing"Sometimes we fail to see the crater in the road. Sometimes we fail to prepare Sometimes we deserve it Sometimes we think we don’t, Sometime it’s deep flaws we’ve wrestled with for years Sometimes we don’t know what ails us. But all the time, It’s an opportunity to practice Getting back up.
Read more "Why do we fall?"There’s something about deciding to changeThat feels ridiculous.As though we owe a debt to our former selvesThat must be repaid by making the same choicesOver and over.Walking away from addictionStarting to save moneySitting down to actually studyPicking up your pen againPutting on running shoes for the first time in monthsChoosing to forgiveSwallowing prideOpening yourself up […]
Read more "Forward motion"Its what our bodies formIn response to trauma,Laying down new tissuesWhere damage has been doneCreating alternate pathwaysJust to keep things moving.But the thing about scar tissueIs that its not likeThat which was there beforeIts not as elasticNot as smoothNot as free.And so it is with traumaTo our soulsWhere we inhabit newEmotional pathwaysTo avoid the paths […]
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