"Untitled" Written by Kimberly Ann Goins

“Untitled”

Written by Kimberly Ann Goins

You overthink things!

Let your mind rest

Stop thinking about things

You say to me

But I cannot do this

Because that would be contradictory to my nature

And I cannot be like you and shut my mind off and simply go to sleep

And my mind is much more complex than that

And the mind is a paradox

Because it is a muscle of the most perplexing nature

And it can be expanded and strengthened

Or did you know?

And so my mind is much different than is yours

Because I strive to use every inch and aspect of it

Although that is impossible

And I wonder if it is within the mind

Where some small part of the soul is hidden

Since although real it is not always tangible

Especially to us in our limited physical state

And don’t be mad at me for tapping into the spiritual

Supernatural and incredible

And I want more than a life with physical experiences

Lived in the physical realm

And among physicalities

But rather my realities

Are much more different than are yours

Because you strive to escape spirituality

While I literally revel in it excited and happy

To finally have understanding

That yes, my life has purpose and meaning

And no I’m not crazy

Because spiritual is all that matters

Physical passes away and is destroyed

And when there is nothing left

And all is said and done

Only spiritual remains

So who is crazy now?

Who is overthinking things?

Oh no, dear sir, perhaps you are not thinking enough.

"Untitled" Written by Kimberly Ann Goins

I have no idea what to say about this piece really. It will have to speak for itself. It can be a song or a poem or a narrative. I am not sure what it is. This is just another new dimension to my writing. I cannot explain it. I wrote it, and it made no sense to me, but I literally wrote everything that came to mind.

“Untitled”



Part 1

I woke up at 3:00 in the morning unable to go back to sleep

I had a song in my heart that simply wouldn’t leave me

Cause I had so many thoughts on my mind

That had to be expressed somehow, oh yes

I needed to talk to myself for just a little while

So here is the conversation that I had with me

It’s a new day for you girl

All your problems of yesterday are all gone

The pain that used to define your existence has all been lifted

And you don’t have to walk around all burdened down anymore

Part 2

I didn’t really know what I was going to write in that moment

I admit that words were simply coming and what they were going to say I didn’t know

This is a different approach for me

I used to write completely in the spirit

Now, I still do, but it’s a different way now

I write with faith

And I had a dream before I woke up this morning

I was surrounded by fellow believers beginning to sing some praises

And I don’t recall the song, all I know is

They were people from my past

So many folks that I hadn’t seen in awhile, so what is that telling me?

Part 3

My moods are up and down

I don’t know how to explain that

It could be due to those spiritual experiences

Or is that simply all it is?

Because one minute I’m bowed down and broken

With tears staining my pillows

But literally a minute later I’m smiling and happy and at peace

All because I see something that gives me hope

Am I crazy?

I think not, maybe I’m just human

And yesterday I felt all over the place

But by the end of the day after battling my emotions

And putting all the work in to research and study God’s Word

And other sources

And reading A Purpose Driven Life at 4 in the morning to begin the day

And the Psalms late into the night almost as a new day approached

And certainly some breakthrough had to occur

And it did, but my feelings are still in flux

I finally feel stable and in control

But my emotions don’t agree with my common sense

And they are contradictory to my stability

I guess that’s why they are the reason I will always have

To continue to pray

Part 4

Is there really any other way to write

Other than solely as streams of consciousness?

When you wake up at 3 in the morning

And you can’t even go back to sleep

Until you express some words on the computer screen

Some words that provide a balm of healing to you

And you will be able to go to sleep

More tired but more complete

Exhausted but energized

Quite a paradox

And who wants to admit their mental conditions

Because by doing so you would appear flawed

But if you embrace them are they really weaknesses?

When they allow one to surpass mere mortality

And obtain the heights of genius

Okay, now this piece is getting too deep

And this sounds almost like ramblings

And I admit that sometimes I fear I am bipolar

Or at least that I have ADD or ADHD

Because I cannot calm down until

I have expressed myself in some written way

Or sung songs that never seem to end

And I have songs in the thousands

But I never am really done with writing songs

Because I never really will be not even when I’m in Heaven above

Part 5

And this piece ends much the way it began

With uncertainty on the part of the author

And here is the big secret of mine

The key to my soul is in my words

And my heart beats all over the pages

And another secret is

That I never write a single outline

And I never spend more than a few minutes

To write every song and poem

That comes to my mind

Divinely somehow

And there is no preparation

And no aggravation for me

Other than impatience at needing to get it out

And it’s funny because as this piece is winding down

My body is becoming more tired

And I am more sleepy

So I have completed my task for tonight

And now I can sleep peacefully



Or can I?

Because although this piece is done

The other ones are not…