Deadwood Dairy

Deadwood Dairy                2/28/2017

Some love themselves

Far far too much

But others want to die

And slowly kill themselves.

Me I never knew

And never felt comfortable enough

Unable to decide

If I should stay
Or go.

I drifted with the tide

Like so many others

Floating with the deadwood

And bobbing in the waves.

I tried

And I prayed

But it was just not enough

No matter how hard I wept

I could not change the tide.

Pitted by time

And buffeted by the storm

Washed up on the sand

Bleached and empty. 

What good is wisdom

To the impossible odds

Nothing but a teardrop

In an ocean of lies. 

I did not feel worthy

And I did not feel of use

An easily discarded

Piece of refuse.

And what good is love

For the broken hearted

That even though they learn

They ache with every breath.

Forgotten and erased

Many are abused

Violently attacked

And hastily replaced.

Publically humiliated

And taunted every day

The good often tortured

In any way they can.

For evil cares not only to win

But also to kill

Destroy and steal

Replacing all that was good

With all that is false. 

They hurt me bad

And they cut me deep

Chumming a trail in the waters

A lifeless white heap.

But only God

Can make a tree

And only God

Can change the day.

Finding me as I was

And loving me

As I am

Growing from nothing

A bigger heart

And finer fruit.