Hey, thanks for coming to read my profile. I am a college student majoring in Psychology, and I love to write. Most of my poetry is old, from either Jr. High or early High School, and seems a bit dark, but the more recent is less depressing. Usually, though, I'm not inspired to write poetry unless I'm in a bad mood.
My friend, Frostany, and I are writing a story called General Insanity under the penname The Devilish Duo. If you're interested, go and read it. _
This is my favorite song right now. It's such a beautiful song, both lyrically and musically. _
Held by Natalie Grant
Two months is too little.
They let him go.
They had no sudden healing.
To think that providence would
Take a child from his mother while she prays
Is appalling.
Who told us we'd be rescued?
What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?
We're asking why this happens
To us who have died to live?
It's unfair.
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.
This hand is bitterness.
We want to taste it, let the hatred numb our sorrow.
The wise hand opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.
If hope is born of suffering.
If this is only the beginning.
Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.
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