Why

Why must we prove ourselves to others?
Why do the right words fail to come out?
Why do jealousy and love spring from the same place?
Why can't we open up when we are most vulnerable?

Why does faith stumble when fear arrives?
Why does love not feel enough sometimes?
Why can a moment of sadness destroy a lifetime of joy?
Why do feelings matter?

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We all have our questions. Why do we need answers?

Love notes to my Master

These voices, I wish they'd leave
In paradise, I wish I could believe

I didn't doubt you
At least I never meant to
I doubted me, I always do

I love you
I know you love me back
I don't love me, though I tried a shot at that

Will you forgive me?
I think you're waiting for me to ask
Let me forget everything in your embrace

In perfect love there is no fear
I might feel distant but you are always near

Here I am, take my grief
Come, fill me with your peace