Mom told me
they tried group
therapy once
for me
I didn't handle things well
she said
pieces clicking
together
in my head
so what does this say?
where does this leave me today?
afraid to write
afraid God might be right
that life is
and can be better
and the voices I've always known are lies
cries push in from every side
but behind walls my heart hides
and gently pushes back
yes, now there is a blessed slack
a give
a break
more I can take
and yet don't have to
because my mind will gently release
the thoughts that keep my mind from peace
and as we push and prod
its like I receive a nod
from God
through words and phrases
and my depression
is less a season
more like phases
so as we pull back the layers
and see
the mess inside of me
bleeding on the ground
the source
with each part
is more easily found
simultaneously
my time with you is more sound
my love, my friend, my everything
so much peace and healing you bring
and as the voices sing and sometimes scream
you sing right back and hold me tight
and everything is right
we may not be over the river and through the woods.. yet
but for the first time I do not fret
I pray and see you are the perfect man for me
and my God has provided in all things
and especially with you
He is my heart beat tried and true
and suddenly life is a little more green than blue..
Tyler J. Claes, I love you!
