In my America (part 3)

I have been writing this series of poems over the past few years. Parts 1,2 &4 are scattered in different (and lost) journals... I'll keep looking. Here is part 3- written on 4-1-06

In my America, there were dreams that are only half way fulfilled
There are friends who no longer need to be loved, reassured or called
There are fading hopes and dreams, never to resurface again in fear of being crushed

In this America, politics, truth, sex and lies are on the front cover of every magazine
And murders make the 6'o clock news

In my America, there is him
Who needs bigger and better things
Who needs to realize his own dream

In my America, I never want to have to lean on anyone again

In this America, I cry myself to sleep sometimes
I wonder what the next day might bring
Only to wake up to live the same day over and over

Is this America I dreamed of?
I am not sure anymore.
All I know is that pretending might be the only way to survive in this America I have created..

EED

When I feel blue...

... I don't pretend that everything is fine
I don't think: "You just need to get over this"
I don't panic

Instead, I try to take a deep breath...
And ask God to help me with the situation
I remember His goodness and kindness

When I feel blue, I call on Him
Knowing He will answer

Suffering> Perseverance> Character> HOPE... so simple, yet so easy to forget...

EED

Listen

Take your headphones off... Listen to world around you... You are missing so much by being in your own little world. What are you trying to protect yourself from? Are you scared that if you start opening up something bad will happen, proving once again that you are better off in your own little world? I won't lie, there is chance that this might happen...

But you know what else might happen? There is the actual chance that you might meet good people, people who will care about you and want to be there for you.

Just give it a try, take your headphones off...

EED

Hold still

Some of my (kinda cheesy...) poetry...

Hold still

Hold still my heart, hold very still
It will not be too long until you are healed

You have been so hurt; I can see the open wounds

I am sorry about the people who have lied to you
Sorry for the people who have left you
Sorry about the people who do not trust your judgment
Sorry I did not fight more for what you wanted
Sorry you had to keep your dreams on hold for me
Sorry about the scars all these hurts will produce

Trust me though, my heart

These scars are beautiful
These scars represent the chances you have taken
These scars represent the mistakes you will never do again
These scars represent the life lessons you have learned
These scars are my gifts to you

I cannot promise you that I will always have the courage to listen to you
I cannot promise you that I will always do what is best for me and you
I cannot promise you a life without hurt,

I can promise you that I will be more attentive, more understanding and compassionate
I can promise you that I will be more faithful to you
I can promise you that I will fight for your happiness

Hold still my heart, hold very still
It will not be too long until you are healed

EED