IV. passersby

Softly falling from my mind,

the thoughts are dripping down my spine.

slipping down into the cracks,

leaving little, tiny tracks.

Sinking down to her feet,

she traces every word that tries to speak.

Trying hard to have a voice,

it's hard to do with all this noise.

Clamoring up from within the crowd,

never did she shout so loud.

Her lungs are sore,

cold to the core,

and still they pass her by.

She doesn't question why.

Then from the crowd an unassuming hand,

gently pulling her from the ground.

He is standing majestically before her.

and she knows He knows her.

Clinging to His kindness,

she gives to Him her weakness.

Gathered into His arms,

never has she felt so warm.

And yet the people pass them by...

Reviews

[Aubrey]

Madi, this is gorgeous. Astounding. I absolutely love it. I had no idea you wrote on here- Be assured that I am your number one fan.

[Madison.]

You are pretty much my favorite person ever. I appreciate this, thank you. Do you write on here?

[Aubrey]

No, I didn't even know this site existed until I saw your facebook post with it. I signed up for it though so I may just start writing on here.

[Madison.]

Well then, I will for sure be following you.