Listen to me. Don't listen to me.
Get uncomfortable with my comfort.
Get comfortable with my discomfort.
Here, my opinion.
Hear my opinion.
My opinion sucks,
but my mistakes?
My mistakes are a beauty above the rest.
I am a sloppily-built card tower.
When one card is plucked,
the entire tower topples upon itself.
I am a frayed knot.
Tying all of my problems together,
then later using my teeth to separate them.
I am a newspaper collection.
Strike a match to one remembrance,
then the whole library is on fire.
I am stumbling around the corner.
I am crying on the porch.
I am listening for God.
I am sleeping on the couch.
I am talking to myself.
I am screaming curses out.
I am justifying, mystifying, and lying to myself.
I am blaming, maiming, and taming myself.
I am blinding, binding, and finding myself.
I am alive.
And it hurts.
Shalom.
1 comment:
To Mr. Crohn's: I admit I found your blog not looking for what I found. I was looking for an old EP i lost (The Unusual Mix EP), and your blog is one of roughly six places on the entire internet where that name is mentioned anymore. In any case, while I would still like to inquire about said album, if you still have it, etc, I read your past 9 years worth of blogs and as a fellow believer who struggles with his faith, wanted to thank you. Your words and story have moved me, and I'll pray for you brother. You're a good man. You also have quite a talent for poetry, I mean that.
Anyway, just wanted to let you know that you words have moved me, complete stranger as I am. Keep walking toward The Light man, it's the only one worth walking towards.
God bless.
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