Welcome to my blog. I'm afraid it won't be updated too frequently, as I only write when moved to write. These are a group of my poems, as written through the often difficult trek of the past nine months (at present) of my life.
I hope they speak to you and somehow reach the chords of your life, and that God will bring you through as He without doubt is doing to me.

God bless you.
~Jane Johnson,
August 14th, 2010

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Starin' At a Solid Brick Wall

There's something good about a solid wall
Faintly patterned or blank and tall.
When you're sitting on the floor curled in a heap,
That wall just stands, doesn't make a peep.

Sitting with your arms wrapped tight around you,
Staring at the solidness that's quite blank too.
Feeling numb, while killing pain -
A pain that won't come back again.

I love staring at solid blank brick -
I want to get the walls of my heart that thick.
Tall, strong, powerful, it won't break.
Hopefully I'll learn to take the force that it takes.

A hurricane may come and smash the brick wall to dust.
I'll shrug and turn away from it; I'm not fussed.
I don't want a hard heart - I want it protected.
And surely my options can be selected.

"An' I just want for all of this to end." ~ Relient K


  1. Interesting. You know what you need, but you're doing exactly the wrong thing to get it. You want a protected heart: However, in trying to do it alone and your way, you're actually destroying it yourself.

    The Rock.

    Not a wall.

    Walls don't work, little sister. They only shut out real love--God's love--and close in pain and bitterness.

    The Rock is secure: He will never change. He is ALWAYS good, and ALWAYS merciful to those who humble themselves before Him. The Rock is a shelter from the storms of life. He is strong, powerful, immovable. Sort of like the wall. Only inconceivably bigger and better. He provides security and protection--but without the hardness and bitter aloneness.

    Praying for you,

    P.S. Remember: ask yourself good questions. Think about the things we've been telling you!

  2. And yet, big sister dear, softness is not permissible.

    I just hope there is a way to lean on the Rock while building a wall. God willing.