A Letter to the Bullies

If I could do it all again, I would care less of what you think. 
I would be brave, I would be strong, I’d see your face and wouldn’t shrink. 
If I could do it all again, and I saw your bitter eyes. 
I would ask you where you’ve been, and why your smile always seems to lie. 
If I could do it all again, I would dodge those words you hurled at me. 
Or I would smile and wish you well behind my gritted teeth. 
You took my glasses once because you didn’t want me to see
that all this time you were the broken one, laced in all your insecurities. 
Actually if I could do it all again, I wouldn’t change a thing. 
Because I’m exactly where I want, and I’m exactly who I choose to be. 
So thank-you for being rude.
Because without you, I might not be me.  

Poem by Megan Graham

A Letter to the Bullies

Screen Saver

I’m his constant screen saver :) 
And he’s mine too :) 
We’ve been married for a couple years now,
And it’s been a couple years too few. 
I like the stacks of clothes left on the floor. 
And the dirty dishes too. 
I like the toys, and the games, and the figurines that invade every corner of our house.
Because it’s evidence of you.

Poem by Megan Graham

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"You"

I think the majority of my poems rhyme with “You.”
But I can’t really help it.
It’s my favorite word/conversation and my favorite view.
I sometimes felt boring or like there was no one I could connect to.
But like a thief he took my heart and life was suddenly brand new.
And now he’s etched inside my soul like a permanent tattoo.
For a while I could only rhyme with “Me”, but I’ve written 95 poems today and they all rhyme with
“You.” 

Poem by Megan Graham

 

"You"

I Live

Have you ever counted every star? 
Have you seen Neptune with your naked eye? 
Do you think matter has a purpose? 
Or did we come here just to die? 
Have your lungs ever fought for oxygen? 
Has your heart beat pumped you shy? 
Does the bread of life sustain you? 
And have you ever wondered why? 
Some say that life is just an accident. That death comes knocking at the door. 
But God has made me mighty. This is my Truth. I LIVE. HEAR ME ROAR.

Poem by Megan Graham

 

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Free

Bring on the sad days
So I can learn how to feel
I want to know what it's like  
To be broken and heal.
Give me the downfalls
So I can have the chance to rise
To prove to myself
I am more than their lies.
Here comes the river  
Of shattered hopeless dreams  
To carry me onward
To endless possibilities.
Show me the bitterness  
So that I can more clearly see
That life is more beautiful
Because you made me free.

Poem by Megan Graham

We are responsible for our own destiny, and free to choose which path in life we will take and I am so grateful for this. The pain we feel in life only helps us to better understand joy and gives us the chance to grow stronger if we will choose to do so.

Free

Footprints

Sometimes I dance in the sand
Sometimes I kneel and cry
Sometimes I lay down and let the waves carry me away
Sometimes I just stand there sinking
But one thing's for sure
At the end of the day the tide comes in high
And with the new morning sun
The waves have washed away yesterday's marks
Giving me a blank space to leave new footprints.


Poem by Megan Graham

Some days in life are good. Some are bad. But every day we get a fresh start. We get another chance to try and dance more freely in the sand or let the waves carry us away. But if we find ourselves sinking, there is always a tomorrow.

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Small and Simple Things

To be quite honest, if I were to describe myself I would tell you that I'm not the rushing waterfall or the soft gentle breeze. I'm not the indigo waves or the sweet smelling spring. I often look up at the rocky mountains and feel sad because I know that's not me.
No, I am the seed that was tossed in the dirt. Feeling so small and insignificant looking up at the galaxies above and the birds soaring free. But I continue to look up because I continue to grow. And my roots are more firmly planted every day. And one day I'll learn that I am much more than just a seed. Maybe I'll provide fruit and shade for those in need. I won't feel the urgency to be anything but me. Because I will grow into exactly what God created me to be.

Poem by Megan Graham

I think we don't always see the potential or worth that we have. But He does, and if we allow Him to enter our lives, He will mold us into something much greater than we ever imagined we could be.

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Things in Two

In every palm tree grouped in two, I see me and I see you. I watch the birds in the sky, they rise together. And the swings in our backyard they just keep dancing in the wind. In every flower, creature, thing grouped in two I see me and I see you.

Poem by Megan Graham

To my husband Devin.

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I See You Now

At first I looked to technology,
it could't suffice.
So I looked to the mountains, 
they made me look twice.
I listened to the birds conversing,
they made life alright.
I looked to my God,
He gave me new sight.
His power surrounds us day and night,
so I lay in the grass
comforted by His light.
A day spent alone was not so lonely,
once I realized He's there and He's watching over me.
I See You Now.


Poem by Megan Graham

To the creator of all things.

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