Gray Calling...

It is not the rain
I fear
but the cold.
It is not the bleeding
but the coagulation
and the cessation
of the pain.
Numbness
beckons me,
a seductive lover
promising
more than he can deliver.
But
the temptation
looms
largely in front of
my eyes
still wet with tears
that I tired of crying
weeks ago.
There are no tears
when you are
detached-
I could wear a wry smile
and look down
upon the mortals
who live
in the land
where waters run deep.
Perhaps
I will remember
feeling
or
perhaps
all will be erased.
I long
to close off
with the intensity
of someone
who lives stupidly
with emotion
in each
ungraceful breath.
Vivid colors
surround me,
I hurt,
bleed
and scream;
grayness calls,
offers
to envelop me
and lull me to sleep;
it seems harmless
and tranquil
to give up
and give in.
I could
be released
and cling to the nothingness
but
gray really isn't my color
so I stumble
and walk on...

We are all broken...

We are all broken
though only some seem to bleed
We are all broken
and are scattered like seed

We are all broken
each one missing a piece
We are all broken
seeking that sweet release

Disconnected from each other
and from our future home
We are all broken
but we are all Known

We are all broken
though some still dance
and others hide in self protection
and miss out on their chance

We are all broken
though some tears have dried
and some wounds still cause pain
and pierce deep inside

We are all broken
We are all incomplete
We all need each other
in victory and in defeat

We are all broken
but we can love just the same
destiny has arrived
she is calling your name

We are all broken
Yet still the Son shines
He heals our hearts
one soul at a time...