When life seems to pull open crane doors, and shower down pounds of despair I will reach with ache, and grab on to hope When life seems to push me into revolving doors, and cause stumbling misdirection I will gaze upon still waters, where there is no rafting When life seems to pack me into … Continue reading Fight, Oh My Soul.
i lay sleep, sneaking silent waves of rest i heard a bang, my rest is trapped darkness piercing through every inch of my flesh i hear fear’s pulse beating in my ear, whispering horrific tensions grinning to my brain, anxiety floating at this moment, I felt the bed shift my heart skipped through the room … Continue reading Lights Out
“Seasons change, mad things rearrange But it all stays the same like the love doctor Strange” – Lauryn Hill, “How Many Mics” Queen Lauryn may have been referring to the rap climate with these bars, but every-time I think about the season that I’m in, I always find myself humming these lyrics. They seem to … Continue reading SEASONS
If my eyes could talk, they would tell you about discomfort. They would explain a life of despair, sorrow, and poverty. You would hear the drenching remarks of struggles and brokenness. The strong sense of loneliness and lack of contentment. If my eyes could talk, they would tell you about insecurity. They would rave about … Continue reading If My Eyes Could Talk
With tears in our eyes, we experience so much pain. We transform brokenness into masquerades of phoniness With death in our path, we mourn the suddenness We provoke evil thoughts, trying to remember hope What happens when Hope seems so far away? What happens when Trust doesn’t seem the right way? We question our nature … Continue reading In the Valley
I was asked to write a creed for a homework assignment for one of my counseling sessions. My counselor suggested that I center it around the following verses: 2 Corinthians 1:3-7 “Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, … Continue reading My Creed
Once upon a time there was girl with dreams, so cold she looked at her life and seen a future untold her vibes, unmatched. her rhythms, untacked she was a moving force to be reckoned with then she met life at the corner to change she bumped into despair and dropped emotions of pain her … Continue reading Dreams, So Cold