Caught

In a tangle of everything I thought was

What I really am

And all that I sought

To be

Feeble as a lamb

Wishing so much to be strong

But How could I foresee?

That all I would do

Is sit and endlessly fall

As I realize that that during this time

I’ve failed to really be anything at all

#poetry

A crimson bloom

A gentle thought groomed

Though these sable clouds loom

I am full

and I am still

Held and cradled

In the velvet of Her womb

#poetry