Lifted Spirit

Hold me and love me, tell me that you care

Keep me, lift me, help me feel you there.

Can you truly lift it? This burden that I bare?

Can you show me love that I never knew was fair?

 

I’m writhing and hurting, walking in circles in the fog

Breaking and hurting, lost deep inside this smog

Lift me up and carry me away from all this pain

Tell me that I’m worth it all, make me feel the same.

 

Hold me when I’m lonely, give me rest from all this strife

Tell me where my true love lies, warm me from the ice

I’ve heard of your great love for me. Tell me, is it true?

Can you forgive all the wrong that I always seem to do?

 

Can You, would You, love me. Love me, well, for me?

The faults I have, the weakness plain

The sins I’ve committed, do I ask in vain?

I know thou hast all power, for you command the sea.

Calmed the storm on raging waters. Can you calm the storm in me?

 

You were there when the world’s birth took place, held me when I wept

You were there with me before this life, this life so short and kept.

Though humble I have tried to be, my weakness remains strong

That weakness shown in prides blind eye that tells me all is wrong

 

Blind I’ve been to life’s true meaning, distracted by my cares

Yet still You’ve loved me perfectly, You’ve never left me bare

What then, can I, imperfect, broken, offer such a man?

Who gave His life for me, Him, the perfect untouched lamb?

 

To Him I bow in awe and wonder, kneeling at His feet.

I know through Him I’m saved, the enemy, He beat.

Though shackles may still hold me captive, He can set me free

For none, save Him, can understand me, or love me perfectly

 

Christ, my Savior, brother, friend. My dear Lord, Everything

I know I’ll meet Him in the end, and know of His love for me.

 

-Mitchell Linford Clark

Threads

Are you holding on? Just by a thread

My life is taken and my heart is dead

Each breath I take, a strain for life

Each time I fall, a slip in strife

 

Pain is taking a powerful hold

This life they live, I don't fit the mold

Distanced, an outcast, forgetting my name

No one to hold onto, no love is the same

 

Picking myself up, an arduous task

Wanting it to end, how long must it last?

Stripped and beaten, broken from pain

Left on the side-lines, my heart is detained

 

Lying here on the floor I bleed

Lost in the endless whispers, I need

"You're not good enough... worthless to me"

"You're broken and lost, you'll never be free"

 

The voices, they whisper deceit and their lies

Can I be free? May I see through Your eyes?

Lift me and carry me up from this gloom

This terrible trap I fear is my doom

 

Your love and mercy is what I yearn for

To feel hope and feel grace and know I am more

More than this earthly state I am in

Bound to be free of the hurt and the sin

 

 

-Mitchell Linford Clark

Fighting

Fighting

 

Don't give up

Don't give in

Fight the battle until you win

 

-Mitchell Linford Clark

Tears and Fire

     Again, another poem I found in the notes on my iPod. This one I wrote on July 28th 2013. Not sure what I was doing that day either or what I was feeling, but hey, here it is;

Tears and Fire

 

Tears stream down my face

All I ever wanted was love

All I wanted was you to be happy and to love yourself as I love you.

Why do I feel like this? So broken and desolate

 

Lost without reason or meaning

All I can think of is you and your well being.

Is this right?

Where do I land in this, where is my importance?

 

Am I merely a pebble to be kicked aside?

I feel like nothing, and yet I long to be something.

The tears continue pouring out, where do I go from here?

Forced to my knees, I fear this is the end

 

Can I give up now?

Is the pain finished hurting me?

How could  you betray me?

After all I did for you....

 

Please please love yourself as I love you.

Hypocrisy as it may be, for I find it hard to love myself

but loving you is what I know.

 

I'm falling out of space and time

my life and worth are but a needle's point above a burning flame

Wanting to melt away, but unable to.

 

Toss me into the fire

watch me light and burn

perhaps the pain will soothe the hurt I feel inside

I can't keep living without you here with me

 

I love you

I need you

Please, love you

and love me too

 

 

-Mitchell Linford Clark

 

     I apologize that so many of my poems and writings seem so depressing and dark, I do try to write positive ones. It's just that for me, writing poetry is a healthy way for me to release negative emotions. I promise that what I write isn't necessarily what I believe or feel, rather it's just a manifestation of my feelings in the moment, not the long-run.

Love you all

Torn

     First off, I found this on my iPod yesterday in my notes. Apparently I wrote it on August 2nd 2013. I'm not sure what I was doing that day, or what I was feeling, but hey, it's a poem right? And this is my blog of my poems so here ya go:

Torn

 

The pain of mortality is sinking in

A sting as though a burning blade

To watch you destroy yourself from within

and to stand idle with nothing I can do

 

Ripped apart and left behind

my life fails to realign

I'm falling out of space and time

nothing now to hold me tight

 

When friendship seems to all but fade

lost within this darkening shade

Alone and lost within myself

fear and worry seem to win themselves

 

I need to just hold you close

to feel your love to feel your trust

I can't continue as a prisoner locked inside eternal hate

I need to be set free from this all

 

To feel loved and important to you

I'm tired and worn

I can't lift my head

I'm falling from this broken and torn

 

I wait for you

to feel your touch

yet no feeling comes

I am torn

 

-Mitchell Linford Clark



War

I'm at war within myself. Which side will win? Good or evil, does it matter? I know what I believe, I know what I know, but a side of me doesn't want to let it show. Part of me wants something else, something different. A contradiction, a front, a lie.

Which do I feed and which do I starve? The wolves at war within me, growing strong when I feed them, growing weak when I starve them. Which will I feed today? Good or bad, right or wrong, happiness versus misery, truth against lies. But this is me, not desire, not selfishness.

I am a son of God, that is me. I am Mitchell Clark. I am a warrior, a fighter. I have scars to prove it. I've felt pain, experienced heart break, felt hopeless and beyond saving. I've cried myself to sleep, wished I could die, thought of taking my life, hurt myself, but still I survive. I am a warrior, a fighter.

A voice inside me tells me to give in, to give up. Do I let it win me? Do I give up all I've worked for to please this feeling? Or do I hold my head up, realize all I have, and continue to fight as a warrior and son of God? The answer seems obvious, I know what I should be doing and what would bring me happiness, yet still the war rages on.

Fighting, I triumph, tire and rest, I fall. Feeding the enemy I slip, feeding my spirit I rise. This war is my fight, my choice. I could give up and surrender, for that would bring peace, would it not? Or would it bring further pain and misery simply disguised as peace? This fight, this war, it's mine. I accepted it when I chose God's plan. I'm elect and chosen of God, as we all are. I am an heir to God's powers and glory. I could choose lust, flesh, and temporary happiness and give it all away, or I can be true to what I know and believe.

This is my war. I am a warrior, a fighter.

I am a son of God.

 

 

-Mitchell Linford Clark

The Falling pt 3 "Hitting Bottom, Willing Direction"

Hitting Bottom, Willing Direction

 

I've been taking it all upon myself

Hurting myself for wrongs not mine

wrongs perhaps no ones, belonging to none, blame misplaced, unneeded

While pain still lingers, hurt seems to lessen

 

I still dream of you often, long for your embrace

Yet perhaps I'm letting this take me to a dark and lonely place

The weight of all my weakness, like a chain holding me down

I need to trust in you to take them, to lift me from this ground.

 

I though I knew my path

I thought I knew my way

Figured I could do it on my own

 that I didn't need you to stay

 

I turned away from what I once knew

Left it all in the dust

Turned my back on you while still you loved me

Now I'm trying to earn back my own trust

 

I know now what I need to do, my only question is how?

How can I turn this around when I've done you so much wrong?

You love me no matter what I do, a concept that astounds me

This love I need to trust again to carry me and guide me

 

-Mitchell L.Clark