I Bleed Words Sometimes



To many it comes naturally, just like an animal that swims in the waves with ease.

But to some, they have a long, winding, road to tread before they reach their safe place.

Before they find home.

Before their quest for rest comes to an end.

Before they can hold their knees to their chest and lie down, like a baby in its mother’s womb.

Aah that safe shelter must feel like a haven.

Like the world is our very own sanctuary.

Like nothing is unconquerable.

Like nobody is a fiend.


I hear that love feels like that,

And music can take you there,

I know that the pages of the scriptures are my respite.



The one that saves this wretched heart and resurrects this tainted soul.

One response

  1. Mitchelle Rozario Jansen

    <div dir="ltr"><br><div class="gmail_extra">Thanks Papa Jake. Means a lot! :)<br><br></div></div>

    January 2, 2013 at 4:20 am

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