tell me no lies

Thursday, October 07, 2004

Trading for Something More

Traded,
just as if I were an old baseball card.
Worthless,
dropped as soon as it got hard.
Jaded,
by your act of betrayal.
Honorless,
in your audacity and gall.

Traded,
finally gave up this foolish heart.
Worthless,
left with nothing to offer on my part.
Jaded,
so very tired of appearing strong.
Honorless,
stripped of any pride I would hang on.

Traded,
given so much more than I deserve.
Worthless,
does not seem to matter to the King I serve.
Jaded,
making room for Him to make me strong.
Honorless,
yet still accepted, somehow we still belong.

by johanna m brittain

posted by Unknown @ 10:07 PM

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tell me no lies

Poetry has always been, at least for me, an outlet of honest expression. Our perspectives often become blurred by our circumstance and the difference between what is truth and what is merely what we feel can sometimes become difficult to determine. But poetry is a sweet expression of us trying to comprehend the world around us, trying to comprehend life, circumstance, emotion. It can be theraputic, it can be freeing, it can date a period in our lives, and it can give others a glimpse of us that they may have never seen. So share a poem, send me your story, give me a picture (I'll do my best to put it on), send it to godsbutterfli@gmail.com; share your honest expression here, and tell me no lies.

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