i cannot count
how many times
you’ve built these walls
with just a breath
they crumble.
you have become
my tower
of confusion
and i am lost
within your rubble.
Poem from the book The Truth About Love
Rubble
faith poem
PRAY FOR ME
you can hear me now
because i’m silent
you can read my thoughts
because they’re
running down my face
*
sometimes it’s the little things
that can do the most damage
the little hole in your balloon
you huff and puff
but you get nowhere
*
today the winds are stronger than my strength
tonight my weakness is weaker than you think
pray for me
or i’ll be gone by morning
From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
THIS I KNOW IS TRUE
WHERE YOUR HEART IS, YOUR TREASURE ALSO
what are we chasing
the money will burn, the houses
the fields too
what are we chasing to hold onto
when heaven can hold all we need
no rust, no moths or thieves
but down here, we chase
only reflections of self-loathing
images of untrue truths about ourselves, but
the only things that matter are
what we cannot touch
what only God can hold
faith, hope, and love
chase these
and their abundance will overwhelm you
but if you don’t
nobody warns you
because nobody cares
but i do
i’ll tell you what you already feel inside
that in this place
we chase the tails of our fears and fleeting obsessions
and if we don’t look up now
we will be left holding nothing but moths and rust
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from THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
All poems are copyrighted by Marquida Roberts.
To be reprinted only by permission of the author.
Marquida Roberts 