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Monday, February 23, 2009

Scab

I keep picking at this scab,
Wondering why it won't heal,
Knowing very well it's because
I keep picking at this scab.

Why can't I stop?
Why can't I just leave it alone?
Why won't it heal?
Why won't I allow it to heal?
Why do I keep picking at this scab?

It's worse now than when
It was simply a wound.
It began to heal.
It covered itself up.
I could have been done with it
If I just didn't pick at the scab.

Now it's a habit.
I pick at it without even knowing.
I don't even let it scab over anymore.
Constant. Incessant.
I just want to stop.

I just want to stop.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

My Prayer

I pray for the rain
To wash me away
Take the stain of my life
Take it away
Take my sorrow and sadness
And make it no more
Into pure white
Forever more

I pray for the rain
And it doesn't come
A little bit longer
I still see the sun
Waiting for thunder
And lightning strike
To illuminate
An eternal light

I pray for the rain
And I close my eyes
Imagine a world
Not steeped in lies
A world free
Of hate and disdain
Washed clean by
The falling rain