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a reason
Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.


about
i hope my words are strange and wondrous,
like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,
so that we can all stop and
listen


intertext

tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn



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  oh it hurts
to not hold you back
to not give in to the whims of the instant
to not look back

it hurts too much
to be disappointed,
so i don't ask.

and yet inside,
is a me, waiting for someone
to reach out and take my hand
unashamed.

and yet inside,
as i step away, my heart gets heavier
and i wonder why i choose to do
the things i do.

in moments of doubt i often wish
i didn't love you.

it has been wonderful
but it has also been painful.

in moments of sanity i acknowledge
there is no clear separation of the two.

and so,
i plod on, in the cold,
bitter and sad
and someone else calls my name,
choosing to walk with me.

oh it hurts.

but how grateful i am,
to that someone else.
for offering a moment of comfort,
in a growing storm of emotion.

in walking away,
i guess i discover,
the ones that choose to come after me.
but you, you are not selfish,
and when push comes to shove,
i go first.
because to favor me, means self-indulgence

and you won't be.
i love you for that reason too

but

oh how it hurts.

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