'Dead Inside', new poetry from Christy Bozeman

Dead Inside
By Christy Bozeman
 
I tear myself down until
I’m clinging for life.
Around the clock and even in rest,
I cannot find peace.
When will this negativity
Release?
 
I want to dream of peace and love,
To be like a bird that sores
Like an eagle. To be like a tree that
Advances Earth’s life,
Rather than a
Lonely human that lives in
Self-pity.
 
Angels, surround me and bring me safety.
You live life beautifully by the side of
God daily.
The day I meet Him,
Is the day
I am free.
 
This day will someday arrive,
And on this day I will burst with Joy.
This joy will bring me
To my knees.
This joy will be
My Christ.
And with him I will rise
To a much more beautiful place.
Finally,
I will have no worries to face.
 
 
Edited by
Courtney Staib