A Ballast for My Soul

 Life is like a stormy sea

That tosses to and fro,

But God's Word will ever be

A ballast for my soul;

By its truth I'll be held fast

Till I reach heaven's shore

Where I will be home at last

And sail life's sea no more!

—Perry Boardman

Putting away the childish things...then picking them up again

I threw away all of my poems,

from times and circumstances passed and past.

I threw away all of my poems,

for I thought those days could never last.

I threw away all of my poems,

I thought that it was the right thing to do.

Now I keep all of my poems

well written prose and corny clichés alike

Now I keep all of my poems

through them, to inner me

they shine a light.

- cocoaTea.poetry

composed 15.3.24

Impeding and recurrent

Like Arsenic, I smell sweet but leave bitter tips on tongues

I cause all things to burn, to blossom and become undone

I am famine, woe and ruination

I am the inner and outward expression of internal violation

I am the keeper of the peace, I am the breaker

I am the rudder on the ship in the storm

I am the unraveling of all things,

I am your strife and your sword

I sing your lullabies and keep you warm,

not in winter but in summer when you don't need me

I am thirsty, I am grace, I am pain

I screech, I devour and I accomplish

Yearly subscription to my services except for the mercies of God

I have come to tell you about a time, incipient, incumbent, that will come

Rest in knowing that its all moving, not a funeral dirge

but the whoosh sound of quickness

before our comprehension

There exists a proof and

a pattern to be found in these woes, these wounds, these scars

- cocoaTea.poetry

composed 26.8. 2023

Awake

 These too dark, too quiet, twilight hours

that is set aside for snoozing and recouping

I am in rictus, locked abed with thoughts of you.

- cocoaTea.poetry