Momentum

I cry out for help,
but is that what I really need?
I ask for faith,
but it's never left my side.
I use my pleas as a distraction
from what I'm trying to hide.

All of my scars burn
because over and over,
they are cut open.
The fault is only mine.

I'm asking for something I already have,
it's my way of avoiding the real problem.
But with you by my side,
I can move mountains.
I'm not in need of faith,

I need momentum.

So when I get to that mountain,
I can push it away...
Effortlessly.

baby steps

even though she is broken,
she will sing again.

for now she is blinded,
she cannot see what is to come.

but hope always remains.

he is delicately woven,
deep into the fabrics of her heart.
where he will show his face again.