now let me live.

it's where we wither

giving in to feelings that only bring

the rivers of dark emotion

creating valleys

tired aching

words slap

stitches of healing over chapped cheeks

it's where we grow

sunsets setting mountains on fire

bringing in the joy

of jesus

sending tranquility

in the stillness he gave

maybe I can't write,

because my love..

is being thrown into reality.

perhaps my lyrics are being carried

over the hills,

on the back of my black horse.

perhaps I am done writing,

& will now throw my words...

into a realistic story.

it is written.

now let me live it.

xo, ginger