Edges of Freedom and Open Wounds

Edges of Freedom

going over a cliff

freedom long sought

air not heavy enough to hold me

hear screams from somewhere

realize they are mine

briefly think how odd I must look swimming mid air

leaves are pretty this time of year

time stands still

yet ground rushes up quickly to meet me

finding my relief

no longer have to feel

no longer have to care

just my shell lying there

Open Wounds

When I say I am okay,

I lie.

I am not.

There is too much pain

I cannot make go away.

It will not stop.

My open wounds cannot be acknowledged.

They leave so much hurt.

Instinct tells me to withdraw.

That is the only way to self-preserve.

Where is my solace

Except in the lap of the Lord

Safely embraced in His arms?

They who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength,

they shall mount up with wings like eagles:

they shall run and not be weary;

they shall walk and not faint.

When I cannot stand beneath the weight of my world

So full of have tos, shoulds, needs, demands

It is then I fall to my knees remembering


There is but one.

Serving Jesus

The Risen Son.

Is there rest when serving self before Jesus?

To erase my suffering and shame

Jesus bled for me.

Pierced in the side.

Hands and feet bore the wounds

To take all the hurt away.

My eyes show years beyond my age,

Years of a soul so weary of suffering and pain.

Is this my own making?

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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

wow two poems that just left me frozen momentarily in place voted up and awesome

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lcbenefield 3 years ago from Georgia Author

Frank, thanks for reading. I appreciate your kind words and generous votes.

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Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

Profound poetry dear Icbenefield! I was concerned there for a bit with that first one, then relieve with the second one, and so true, for it is He and He alone who can save us from ourselves! Good to see you writing.

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God bless you. In His Love, Faith Reaper

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lcbenefield 3 years ago from Georgia Author

Thanks, Faith, for reading and for such kind words. He is our deliverer in times of struggle if we just yield to Him. Good to be writing again.

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BlossomSB 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

The two sides of the coin! The first, plunged in the depths of despair, the next lifted high in the arms of the Lord. What a contrast and such a relief to read the second. God bless you for this great write.

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teaches12345 3 years ago

Two very different posts but both are relative to life today. Many people contemplate death and how it will help to bring peace. The second poem reminds us what truly makes life happy and worth living.

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lcbenefield 3 years ago from Georgia Author

Teaches and Blossom, thanks for reading. When problems overwhelm, many think of death as a way out. But, when we look to the Lord in the midst of our problems, they pale in comparison with His glory.

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Both the two poems are so innocent that they carry a lot of their meanings. Some lines touched the heart of mine. Thanks for sharing it.

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lcbenefield 3 years ago from Georgia Author

Thanks for reading, Aupadhyay, and for the kind comments.

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