Thinspiration for the athletes,
Numbers for the mathletes
Platelets for the blood donors,
Now bracelets for the future lovers,
I was turning 19 in the middle of the night,
I was burning in the night when You called me,
I was under the covers when the storms came,
I wasn’t with peace, or that yielding trust of a beast
Source to lean into,
I was turning another leaf, I was black and white,
I wasn’t colored bright yet,
I have no more new ideas for a future that would
involve You, I have no more new plans for a life
Without risk, I don’t think it does exist,
I was turning 25 when I found out I was never
A real American, I was turning 27 in the shadows of the
Mania called the east wing,
I was turning another year, only to find You real
Near, I was turning back to check out this past of mine,
It is turning too, I carry now all the love You can give me,
And maybe I rest with the memories that have made me,
Maybe I just trust the Autumn wind and the leaves that
Change, following You, well I still have no clue
I just no, I have know future without You
Here’s to turning, here’s to a life with
His Everlasting Burnings!