The Peace (3 "Cold" Poems, #1)

What gentle breezes push forward
the clouds today!
What warmth I embrace in
the sun's great rays!

In splendor, I became myself again,
rejoicing - dancing - singing!
Praising He, who gave me joy-
until the bells were ringing--

and all was dark. 

I was afraid.
I, frozen, 

and whole world, staid.

But, who has this peace, but I?

And Sweet, within my eyes,
a beautiful tomorrow awakens
within!
Do you hear the song in my heart,
giving me the strength
to win?

For I have this peace,
and with this peace,
I became my own.

-LJ
4 September 2017

I was once

I was once the music
that filled the air with song,
but now I am the void
of the song that I now long.

I was once the poem
that filled a heart with grace,
but now I am the emptiness
of the missing poem's space.

I was once the picture
that filled a mind with awe,
but now I am the blank canvas
of what they could have saw.

I was once a person
happy, kind, full of glee-
but now I am the gloomy soul
who wants to be set free.

-lj
3 September 2017

(fingertips)

one night, i wondered,
(what was wrong with me?)
one night, i wondered,

(why shouldn't i?)
what this sensation was,
and how to cope with its rage.

so that night, i laid quietly
(what is stopping me?)
while the cars passed,

and the windows covered,
and the world asleep...
(how do I--?)

my hands, cradling my frame
as heartless as the void before it,
becoming cold
(what are they talking about?)

as i contorted in thought,
and in body and mind
(why can't i feel what they felt?)

my
(fingertips,)
cold and tired body

longing for answers.

-lj
3 September 2017