Broken Squeak Toy Laugh
I laugh every day. I think too much and internalize it far too often. This is the release.apple with a tougher skin
apple with a tougher skin;
under sun-roasted freckled skin, a frenzied chaos is ensuing.
a desire for something bigger, brighter, bolder has started brewing.
lights of hope, new beginnings flashing at the end of each tunnel,
every past memory, like sand in hand, pouring out of fingers-funneled.
rotten to the core might be the best descriptive phrase to choose
but the bright redness of painful slaps from life, the sight not to lose
resilient, i’m not to the things of this world, but standing i remain
because, even in my consistent wavering, He stands forever unchanged.
mountains may be moved, ground crumbling beneath your feet
the wind may steal like a thief in the night, shaking the apple tree.
but, though the enemy may prowl at night with the desire to kill,
He restores my soul, shattered and bruised, reconciled still.
