january

the days are short
or should be short

but instead they are long
because they don't end with the sun

they bleed into night
grey to black
muting the colors of the world.

the vibrancy of fall fades in my memory,
as does the warmth of summer
or the hope of spring.

vibrancy
warmth
hope.
January.

one of these words doesn't belong.

January
January
january
january
january

color muted into grey
the sun is no longer close enough for warmth
the hope of spring is frozen,
unseen,
and distant in memory.

It is January.
And if it was August, it would still be January in my soul.

but I will try not to be afraid.

it may be cold
and dreary,
ordinary
and mundane.

I guess January must take place for spring to come.
the ground must be barren in oder that hope may bloom.

an ocean away

He was an ocean away but within arms reach

So close yet starting through a glass prison 

And now he's gone 

Gone 

Gone

gone

And it hurts oh it hurts 

Will they see each other?

How will her heart not break forever?

For the ocean expands and the walls thicken

Taps away, 

but eye contact said no. 

Laugher and tears used to be shared

But now she smiles at their jokes, 

and cries by herself. 

For is there anything more painful then being so close, yet so silent?

Jesus makes me brave

I lay on my back, staring at the white textured ceiling. 

Blood pulses through my body.

I decided to be brave. 

I may still be in my pajamas 

and my cheeks are stained with tears. 

But I decided to be brave. 

Jesus is clear. 

The enemy is vague.

Jesus empowers. 

The enemy erodes. 

Jesus lives in light. 

Jesus gives us courage. 

Jesus makes me brave.