original

my fragments are forced to the surface
i am choosing to make known the torrent of emotions churning on my insides
even though i wish to deny 
that i'm denying myself and have been all this time. 

where is the moment when i just finally understand? 
i am looking around and find nothing substantial
nothing that seems to make all this make sense. 
i want to change
but changing myself is the one thing i shouldn't change.

You're blocking my creative flow
the way i would describe You would be blank 
for there are no words in my heart or overeducated mind
to describe the passion that motivates me to take another breath

i am inspired in my lack of inspiration
because You live and move in and through me
i can feel Your redeeming blood pumping through my veins
and even though my nomadic nature desires a change, 
the only change i want to make 
is to be more like the Original.