It’s true. In high school I was pretty moody, and kind of a closet emo if you’re familiar with that term. I took a creative writing class my sophomore year and got really into poetry. For a couple years I channeled all my teenage angst and depression into writing poems. Some of them were actually pretty good, but for the most part it was over-dramatized b.s.
I’ve been living at home since January and being here has led me back to some of the things I appreciated in high school, like poetry and country music. You know that cheesy saying, “You can take the girl out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the girl,”? I think that applies here. Its not like I really left the country just being at Cumberland lol but anyway my favorite song right now is “Get Me Some of That,” by Thomas Rhett. Its okay if you wanna judge me for that.
I wrote this poem in an attempt to capture the way it feels to be home right now. I find ambiguity in poetry beautiful. You can read my earlier blog about being home here if you want to know more about how God is growing me in this.
God went crazy with pastels on His sky canvas tonight.
I can’t see the stars, but if I could they would burn bright.
Heat lightning flashes above the trees,
the conversation flows with ease.
I drive.
Honeysuckle weighs down the fence along the road.
It hangs heavy in the air, its fragrance soft and bold.
My mouth waters from it’s memory on my tongue.
In this place, I am old and young.
I thrive.
Slow and persistent, it begins to rain,
and I see that only You can make beauty from pain.
There is pretty and ugly all wrapped up inside.
I’ve no want, no need, no reason to hide.
In You, I am alive.
P.S: One of the things I’ve loved most about being home is the companionship of my dog Maggie. I’m probably gonna miss her more than anyone on the race (that’s how it was for college anyway). We’re presh, right?
