Poetry...

My grandpa, when he was alive, was known amongst my family for his poems... Lately for some bizarre reason I have had this urge to write some... I don't know why... Maybe its because I've had an onslaught of emotions and its a way for me to express myself... I don't know... but I thought I'd write down my most recent...

-This oppressed rest...
It's more than I can bare...
I try to fight it, claw at it, tear...

To no avail...
This monster is stronger than I...
I'm afraid he might prevail...




-He is the almighty, the one that knows all...
The one that is there to catch you when you fall...
No matter the struggle, no matter the sin...
He'll always be there to help you become whole again...