So I was writing a letter to a friend and on the back page I've started to write random quick poems just for the fun of it. It's a challenge to get me writing and not worrying about whether or not it is "good" or not. I've been thinking a lot about how for most of my life I suffered alone. In my depression, anxiety, sinful addictions, loneliness, etc. I suffered alone and was bitter because of it. Angry at others and angry at God I was such an angry and bitter person. This is what was borne as I journey on the path of restoration. I see so many people alone, suffering silently and it breaks my heart. This is my heart cry and plea. Open your mouth and speak, cry out in pain. Don't be afraid to manifest the heavy burdens on your heart. Christ gave us the Church, each other, that we might bear one another's burden. You don't have to carry it alone. Swallow your pride and take my hand. We need each other.


Silent Sufferer

All alone, here I stand
Longing for an outstretched hand
To look upon my hopeless state
To listen well and not berate
The honest thoughts and feelings too
That torment my soul piercing me through

To sit with me in the muck and mire
To endure my musings and not tire
But why is my heart endlessly alone?
This is my bitter cup, why, I bemoan
Can no one see my broken heart?
Does no one here, have grace to impart?

Selfish people how can they not see?
The pain, the anguish, inside of me
Angry and frustrated, shaking my fist
I guess I’ll just sit here, so I insist
As I sit here, self-pity is mine
Cynical, hopeless, pride is my crime

So consumed with myself, so focused on me
I’m blind to the reality, the truth I don’t see
People who love and notice my face
Words offered freely, much needed grace
Brothers who have known the pain full well
Sisters who have experienced my very same hell

But I’m deaf to their words, I’m blind to their love
I’d rather pity myself then receive grace from above
Silent sufferer am I by will and by choice
Crying out to God, but ignoring His Voice.

In Love, in Grace, and in Truth, for His Glory and my joy,

Brandon