What is this?

It stole my fucking words again.
I can listen to them. Oh boy, can I.
But I don't know where they were
placed, boxed up on a shelf, duct taped shut.
Race, race, race, sprint, trip, and fall.
What does your brain sound like walking?
Walk...I'd like to. Straight into the night.
I can fight with my footsteps.
Or I can stay.
I don't go outside.
I don't like shit. I don't like most of it.
I'm nothing but a word on my arm now,
fading with the ink.
Did I forget how to fight?
Or am I developing new ways
of waging war with
myself?

Faith is Acceptance, Too

It never really occurred to me
that some people might be afraid
that Your love is too big.
Too overwhelming
Unfamiliar in its vast, forgiving nature.
I guess I just always accepted that
Your love is bigger than I am.
It' wider than a thousand seas
and brighter than a million stars.
God, I've always known your love
was more than I can ever fathom,
and I suppose I accepted that.
Because as a child
I had prayers answered
and moments of awe
that could only have been inspired by
Your unchanging love and grace
cast upon my life.