Current's

Current's

This describes how our feelings can be for us or against us. We just need to know when to fight back or to ride along. 

Theres so much you can do with feelings. Almost like an ocean only knowing the certain current's direction. But the more you discover, the knowledge is gained on how to ride the winds & storms which come along! Riding a wave is one way to search the feelings. When fighting back determined in the destination. Parting the waves disturbing the natural flow, to fight against while fighting for. The bowsprit is battered & chewed by the anger of the current. Waging war against your passion that fuels you. Doing anything & everything to drown you. Desiring to sink you into the depths.

Pushing through, changes current's course taking you with it. Carrying you along to such desired places. Saving you & healing you from the battle once had. Creating the colorful adventure of the journey. 

Slowly discovering yourself full of danger & comfort not knowing what the next current may bring but willing to ride however needed. 

Trying to communicate correctly the emotion going on inside can be difficult. So much going on but all filled with motion, driven by the warmth & edginess of life.  

By: Drew Powell 

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Poem was inspired by the movie Once.

Honestly Battling

Listening to Christian music, surrounding lovers of Jesus as a border.
Trying to block out but what was rooted so unknowingly deep.
Core of life.
Noticed by the faithfulness of steady hands and heart.
Why am I wanting out?
No good excuse to want. Even with the strongest taunt.
I was born this way crumbles to the ground as being shot from an archer.
Seeing them doesn't help. How can I be attached with one?
Unchartered maps of none answerable questions have become my consistency.
Tossed around the sea by the waves of impurity and false satisfaction.
Confusion seems to be my oxygen, but you don't have to tell me again.
I know He's here!
But why?!
Oh why does it seem my life is crumbling like an avalanche? Looking side to side curled waiting for life to crush me… waiting… slowly realizing warmth being blanketed over me.
Seeing the war of rocks and snow being a braced.
It is He! The One who is so faithful. The shoulder and chest that is always there but so easily forgotten.
Oh the passiveness of apathy entangles me like marrow in my bones.
I have noticed I do everything possible for me not to 'fall away' but do I speak and take action?
Oh the passiveness of apathy entangles me like marrow in my bones.
Why do I scream 'I'm fearless' when I can't let go?


(Dec 9th, 2012 4:43am)