What’s up y’all? I know I’ve been MIA quite a bit recently. That in mind there’s been a good bit of stuff going on. I have the possibility of a new roommate in the future (that’s not a psycho) I’ve been trimming the branches on my own tree of life as well. Getting rid of people and things in my life that aren’t in any way beneficial.
As is I’ve been struggling with faith recently. As much as we all hear that God doesn’t lie and everything in the Bible is a promise I’ve questioned that heavily. Throughout my life in fact…now that’s not to say I’m gonna start sacrificing animals or anything. Personally I think questioning faith is how you exercise and grow it. I mean, gotta go to the gym or workout to get physically stronger right? Same thing with mental and spiritual I reckon.
All this in mind, I write when I’m going through things in life. Currently I’m doing this 22 day challenge of push-ups to raise awareness. for mental health and suicide prevention awareness. These are issues I’ve struggled with a lot in my life in case it hasn’t been made abundantly clear in some of my poetry or other blog posts. As it is I completed day 7 today at around 1:30 AM. Along with this I finished a poem that spoke to what mentally and emotionally I’m feeling in terms of life and faith.
Since it’s going to be included in the poetry book project I figured I’d give y’all a sneak peak and tickle your pickle.
Lulz, couldn’t resist. In any case this is a new composition titled “Unsullied Snow”
Moon shines over treetops….scratching thought into paper ‘neath pastel skies.
Bonfire crackling, questioning what ifs and why.
Tears shed on notebook pages; watering garden of words.
Fighting and crying, struggling and dying….
Simply to be heard.
Sun gone nova inside my chest; so tired of fighting…
Christ I need rest!
Told being broken-hearted with crushed spirit means He’ll hear my cries.
All that resulted in was me rolling my eyes; still in pain trying to hide my muffled cries.
Still no reprieve from soul-crushing pain; seems it’s gotten stronger throughout the years.
Looking for axe of faith to lop head off of fears.
Time ticking onward, more years to go.
Searching for new beginnings; fresh, as virgin, unsullied snow…
We all go through shit in our lives y’all…Some more than others and no, it’s not fair. We all know that, in spite of all the steaming dumpster fires in our own individual lives. We push forward. Sometimes all that’s needed is to stop for a few minutes. Y’all have heard me say it before and it’s become the custom to end these posts the same way.
Rapha Yada my friends,
Richard
Holy Water, Burning Man 