ew
icky icky
yuck puke
oh, sick
gross
April Murdock
12.2001
Writing my poems has been healing and just plain fun for me, and I find that sharing them has been too. So I hope you enjoy, and please feel free to comment. Did anything resonate with you? Bring up questions? Move you to action?
Saturday, December 15, 2001
Friday, December 14, 2001
My Eternal Spirit Weeps
My eternal spirit weeps to be trapped in this weak mortal body.
Constantly they battle, never to be reconciled.
It tears my soul and pains my heart to be at odds with myself.
My spirit’s desire is to conquer sin and carnality, but something blocks it.
I must remove the block
Aaagh, but it’s big
And heavy
And very slow dying.
I can’t do it alone.
The Savior will help me,
If I let Him
How?
I try to open my heart to His healing, but my body fights back and says
It can’t.
Still, my soul yearns to be freed from these chains,
To rise from this dreadful hell to heaven’s refuge where it is destined to rest.
April Murdock
12.14.01
My eternal spirit weeps to be trapped in this weak mortal body.
Constantly they battle, never to be reconciled.
It tears my soul and pains my heart to be at odds with myself.
My spirit’s desire is to conquer sin and carnality, but something blocks it.
I must remove the block
Aaagh, but it’s big
And heavy
And very slow dying.
I can’t do it alone.
The Savior will help me,
If I let Him
How?
I try to open my heart to His healing, but my body fights back and says
It can’t.
Still, my soul yearns to be freed from these chains,
To rise from this dreadful hell to heaven’s refuge where it is destined to rest.
April Murdock
12.14.01
Thursday, March 29, 2001
emotional cliff
on stable ground
atop a threatening cliff,
my toes grip the edge in fear
as i compel myself
to take the deep plunge
jump, i say
jump, jump, jump
just do it—
it’s that simple.
JUMP
but a jump is irreversible
and gravity is not my friend
once i step off, i will
fall,
fall,
for what seems an eternity
until i hit the water
on an impulse
(i don’t know from where it came)
i finally jump
and as i fall,
i’m sure i am going to die
i just left my stomach up there and
i’m still falling and
i
can’t
stop
i slap the water and it stings
i hurriedly cover my wedgie
The water closes over me and thoughts of suffocation enter my mind as i fight my way upward to air
When i surface,
i gasp and think
what a RUSH
I’ll go higher next time.
April Murdock
3.29.01
on stable ground
atop a threatening cliff,
my toes grip the edge in fear
as i compel myself
to take the deep plunge
jump, i say
jump, jump, jump
just do it—
it’s that simple.
JUMP
but a jump is irreversible
and gravity is not my friend
once i step off, i will
fall,
fall,
for what seems an eternity
until i hit the water
on an impulse
(i don’t know from where it came)
i finally jump
and as i fall,
i’m sure i am going to die
i just left my stomach up there and
i’m still falling and
i
can’t
stop
i slap the water and it stings
i hurriedly cover my wedgie
The water closes over me and thoughts of suffocation enter my mind as i fight my way upward to air
When i surface,
i gasp and think
what a RUSH
I’ll go higher next time.
April Murdock
3.29.01
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- April
- Oakland, CA, United States
- Writing my poems has been healing for me, and I find that sharing them has been too. So I hope you enjoy, and please feel free to comment. Did anything resonate with you? Bring up questions? Move you to action?