I cannot seem to write at the moment, I have so many words in my heart and my mind but the sentences tail off, unable to be finished. Perhaps what is more true is that I cannot write what I want, I cannot create beauty. I want to express how much I care about the broken, those who are forgotten. I want to tell of marriage, of the love that I possess, of the weakness I feel. I have nothing though, no ability to communicate. I have begun so many poems but ended none. I am so full yet I struggle to express the depth of emotion I have. I cannot tell if I am joyful or mournful.  Hopefully the next time words are on this page they will be ones of meaning.

God, your love for me is just epic.