The Neophyte

I am born anew;
My comfort lies in your faith
And you brighten my spirit.
Your unfailing love
Has affected my world–
A refreshing change.

For so long I’ve awaited change,
To see myself made new.
I clung to my faith,
Awaiting my twin spirit;
I’ve longed to love
In this imprudent world.

And what a world!
Hinged on the axis of change,
The old delivers the new;
Ideas write and rewrite faith
While crushing and rebuilding spirits.
The only constant is love.

For years I searched for love
Amid the fog that embodies the world,
Hoping to spy a distinct change.
I scoured the old, hoping for new,
But I needed a light to recover my faith,
A lamp to illuminate my spirit.

And instead I found your spirit,
Radiant and brimming with love
Amid the chaos and shadows of the world.
With open arms I embraced the change
And felt myself transform and renew
In this newfound faith.

You embody the terms of my faith
With the virtue of your spirit.
I submerge myself daily in your love
To wash away the cinders of the world.
I give thanks to the positive change
And appreciate how you’ve made me new.

In your renewal of my faith,
My spirit has learned to love
The world and accept its many changes.


via Daily Prompt: Neophyte

Sacrifice

It’s been nearly a decade,
but I still think
about that one day…

I was only home two days,
attempting to begin healing
physically, mentally, and emotionally,
when you decided
I needed to know.

You called me a selfish monster,
a hateful beast,
and blamed me for destroying something
that hadn’t existed in years.
You decided
I wasn’t broken enough,
so you unleashed
your bitterness, your anger,
and aimed it at the fresh wound
in my chest.

You told me I needed to learn
how to make sacrifices
for the benefit of others,
but I guess carving out
my own heart
and giving it to someone
who needed it more
wasn’t enough.

So you broke me further,
the one I had always been told
I could count on,
no matter what;
you twisted my vulnerability,
clawed at my mind,
and ripped apart
what was left
of my sanity.

But I’m still here.
I put back the pieces as best I could;
I’ll never be the same,
not with all the gaps
where some pieces
were obliterated,
but I’m alive.
I’m living.

And you’re still
just a
bitter
old
bitch.