Maracas

Big and shaken.
Rambling and chanting.
Am I right or am I wrong?
Why think this?
How and when do I move on?
Where am I headed?
Who I am I becoming?
Shake, shake, shake...

War

The soldiers have long left home. Perhaps for the last time.I don't want anyone to die. Each is part of me.
But the side hurting me...must go.
Resisting, out of fear of not having the hurt I have long known...too Well!
The army for my health is getting stronger, each new day.
God, please guide My Health to fight My Illness.
All things are possible with you.
I have long believed. But I can't stand this wait.  Inpatient, desperate, needy,  feeling pathetic--
My Illness must finally die. I don't feel I can cope. God, please give My Health some hope. Please teach me to cope.

Monster

I feel so hideous.
Jealousy turns me black and blue. 
Like a scaly creature idolizing a swan...
Crumbling instead.
But forcing myself to smile.
Hopefully this will be gone.
In a little while I--
Will love myself.
Know I made fearfully and wonderfully made.
Someday.
Today I let the tears fall.
Just want to feel anything.
Anything at all...
Just the good.
All I can handle.