If I run out of paper,
Out of lead, or ink,
Like I’ve run out of words today?
What’ll I do
If my life’s ever as empty
As my heart and mind feel?
What’ll I do when I don’t have
A place to run to
Like I’ve run to so many times before?
The questions of my soul
Are too complex for my mind;
Too deep for my heart.
How do I fit that into words,
Onto this page,
Or even into a prayer?
Do I even have to,
Or will the silent words of the heart
Speak loudly enough
To voice my soul?
I get mad at the world
Because it is not You, God.
People cannot know my thoughts
Or even see my true self in my eyes.
They do not understand
That there are millions of reasons,
Millions of releases,
Behind one tear.
God, You are a blessing,
A mysterious miraculous blessing.
Only in silence may Your Words be heard in my heart.
What’ll I do
If I run out of paper,
Out of lead, or ink,
Like I’ve run out of words today?
Age 15