Good afternoon. It’s a 90 degree day with humidity making itself known it’s there and you know what that means? Poetry. Well. Not really. That honestly doesn’t make any sense… But I needed to segue somehow…. I’m kind of lame
This week’s poetry prompt comes from a poem I wrote a long time ago wishing to let my worldly body give up and put full submission to God. Here you go:
Write a few stanzas/full poem about a struggle. Whether it is something you have dealt with personally, or one you observed someone else go through. Really dig deep into the emotions that come into play and really strive to make the reader feel it. You can do this by personifying the struggle, speaking to it, or even just using cryptic language.
Reset by Brandon Heim
I did not grow with you.
We only met a couple
years ago. Where you
rose me from the ashes.
My mind before you came
was nothing but a caveman
trying to satisfy his Id
with pleasures of the Flesh.
I knew every worldly
debate against you.
I know how to satisfy
the world with it’s disbelief.
But you, I will never
know all of you. My
mind lusts to decipher
the Truths I don’t understand.
My soul yearns to blindly
let you maintain authority.
But my heart rebels with
human authenticity.
It is a never-ending war
of helping believe my unbelief.
The battle overtakes me, and
sends me to the pits of Sheol.
Lord, I beg, wipe my mind
clean! For it would be easier
to follow you if I never
did not grow up with you.
I would not be young
when I am old. And
my heart may harden
from knowing every detail of
the back of my hand…
But at least I would know
and name all the physical
and visible details of my
hand. Because then, I could
easily try to soften the
heart with what’s beneath
the surface.
Oh! How much easier it would
be to believe. If
I never grew up
with the world.
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