You are bold,
You are confident,
You are strong,
You just have to believe.

Little mistakes speak volumes.
The volumes your heart aches when told.

Low self esteem eating deep,
You got no one.

The eyes staring at you,
They accusing you
Without words, you know.

My hands and legs,
Quivering like leafs.
I hate myself for my low self confidence.

Don’t be deceived, don’t close your eyes,  
For darkness wears a bright disguise.  
The devil shines, but it’s a lie —  
A hollow glow that fades and dies.  

The world is blind, they cannot see,  
They chase the dark, think they are free.  
But shadows dance where light should be,  
And chains are called sweet liberty.  

The only light, so pure and true,  
Is Jesus Christ, who shines on you.  
He guides your steps, makes all things new,  
His love is fire, His word is blue.  

So stay awake, keep watch, beware —  
Not every glow means He is there.  
Hold fast to Him, in faith and prayer,  
And find your light in love’s pure care.

‎In the eyes you offered, I searched for a home
‎A place to rest my heart, to call my own
‎But the more I looked, the more I felt astray
‎A dance of doubts, in disarray
‎
‎Your silent screams, a desperate plea
‎"We can't be friends," your heart would say to me
‎But mine, a battlefield, where love and fear would fight
‎Leaving me with just a shadow of what's right
‎
‎In the infarction of our love, I felt the pain
‎A heart once whole, now fractured, in vain
‎I struggled to distinguish love from mere desire
‎A toxic entanglement, that set my soul on fire
‎
‎Now, as I look back, I see the signs
‎A love that was never meant to be mine
‎But in the embers, of what we used to be
‎I'll find the strength, to break free.

Life gazes back, unblinking.
You whisper, “I can make it too.”

Connections unravel, delicate threads
“Blood is thicker,” they insist—  
But truth sours on the tongue,  
Lies, lies, lies.  

You stand alone, a solitary sentinel,
Your shield is self-awareness,  
The only armor that holds.  

No bond can bear the weight.
The clock ticks, each second a revelation.  
Time, the ultimate revealer,  
Shows you standing, solitary,  
No eyes to meet, no hands to grasp.  

It’s a facade, a fleeting feeling—  
Lies,  
And yet,  
It is the truth.  

No one proves worthy.
You have only yourself,  
Your own reflection to rely upon.  

Standing for yourself—this is all that remains.

In the depths of our souls, a tempest rages
‎Anger, bitter blood, and a heart that's caged
‎The animalistic part of us, a beast that's untamed
‎Lurks in the shadows, waiting to be reclaimed
‎
‎We don our masks, a façade of civility
‎Concealing the destructive part, the chaos that we can't define
‎Some wear their hearts on their sleeves, unapologetic and bold
‎While others hide behind a veneer, their true selves yet untold
‎
‎We're humans, made in His image, or so we're told
‎But like rebellious puppets, we dance to our own beat, our own gold
‎We neglect our Potter, the one who shaped and molded us with care
‎And instead, we forge our own paths, with hearts that are hardened and bare
‎
‎In this world of chaos, where love and hate entwine
‎We search for a lifeline, a beacon that will guide us through the grime
‎And though we stumble, though we fall and lose our way
‎We'll rise again, for love and unity are the keys that will unlock our day.

I will not hold my peace.
He came,
He died,
He rose,
He reigns—our Savior eternal.

My voice will not falter.
I speak with bold authority,
For He is my Commander,
And I follow His call.

My life is His,
And in Him, I live.
He is my one true love,
The eternal Lover of my soul.

No man,
No creature
Has looked at me with love—
Love that whispers:
“Till the end of time.”

Many come,
Wearing claims,
Speaking unity,
But their eyes—
Their eyes deceive.

Don’t hold me.
I fear I’ll break.
Don’t speak of me—
I tremble to spill from your lips.

My heart shuts out,
My mind dissolves
Like plum in flame.
Still, I forgive—
Even when I shouldn’t.

This life is not mine.
I must walk in the Spirit,
Even as I live by the Spirit.

For without love,
You are nothing
But a resounding cymbal.

Be perfect—
Just as He is.

Which path?
Oh, which path!

The roller coaster of intuitions,
Leaning on opinions.
The rising sun, mind racing-
Which path?
The rooster shouts,
Stumbling into reality.

My decisions are shaky.
Leaning on opinions-
Which path?

Which path?
Out of the writings of others,
I chose.

My heart beats with hesitation
My decision slaps me intensely.

Where are they?
I chose from their writings.

Soul awakening
I'm in it.
This is it.

The path
I chose from others-

This path!

Young soul waiting,
that undying passion.
It's sweet to the mind and heart.

Burning in the heart,
Love for one.

Stares deeply,
Waiting for that.
That, which could sweep her feet.
The love of that passion.

Crystal clear is the truth.
The giver of life,
Sits and tells
"I am the way"

Way to that passion
Only I
I am the Light
To ignite and sustain
This undying passion

Hopes glitter on her face.
He is mine to please.

Connection meant to be
But alas, only in your eyes

Certainty crept in
But you fought the fogs

Behold, " It is"
But swept by reality.

This has to end
No connection worth you
Fantasies of the reality
I prayed
But shocked

It was a lie
All along
Wells of my eyes
I will let out
But sealed

I AM DONE.

“To love is to lose with grace.” — Unknown

Spill thee an ocean
Let the waves wail high,
their sorrow shattering the hush.

My heart aches—
cradling love
too heavy to hold.

With trembling hands,
I let go.

Leaving you,
a grief-shaped freedom
haunts the air.

Words too heavy,  
Too heavy to utter.  

Is it just me,  
Or am I lost in delusion?  
I want to shout—  
Shout the pain in my heart.  

I want to scream,  
Not merely utter them.  
Who will understand?  

My eyes bulge with sorrow,  
Yet they speak so little of my agony.  

How I pray,  
How I ask Him:  
Why is this my destiny?  

A destiny,  
A destiny—  
Can it not be changed?  
Please, help me.

Appointment planned, agreed upon,
In perfect harmony, our schedules had won.
The appointed day arrived, I sat and waited,
Glancing at the clock, my patience created.

Time ticked on, the scheduled hour slipped away,
I grew annoyed, my frustration here to stay.
Just when I thought the wait would never cease,
You strolled in, with a smile, and a gentle breeze.

"Elegantly late," you said with a grin,
I raised an eyebrow, my skepticism within.
Is lateness elegance, or just a lack of care?
I pondered this, as you stood there.

I was the echo in an empty room,
a shadow unloved by the light,
the prayer that faltered mid-breath—
half hope, half hush.

Grief wore me like a second skin,
and silence knew my name
better than joy ever dared to.
Every yes lost in the valley of no.

But grace—
it did not shout.
It came like morning
spilling gold on ruin,
steady as the hand
that cupped my cracked spirit
and called it whole.

I did not climb out.
I was carried.
Through muck and memory,
through the ache of again,
through the questions
that bruised my faith
but could not break it.

Now,
I stand—not tall, but steady—
not without scars,
but with story.
Held not because I held on,
but because Love never let go.

Believe
Word like mountain

"You are the one"
Believe

Staggering legs,
Dropping heart,
She had to stand

"You are the one"
She poured out

Constantly,
Minds battling
But
You are the one

He,
The potter blazes her core
"You are the one"

I sought for identity in men—
Fragments of worth in fleeting hands.
I dug deep into the world,
Craving meaning in shifting sands.

Desperate to uncover
Why my soul was stitched with breath,
I wandered through hollow echoes,
Dancing near the edge of death.

Every day,
Still wrapped in hopeless haze,
I pushed on blindly—
Chasing treasures without a map,
Trading joy for empty praise.

I was lost...
A silent searcher beneath loud skies,
Till that divine, unmarked day
When mercy found me—
Not in punishment, but embrace.

I was arrested,
Not by chains of law or man,
But by the gentle grip of grace—
An unseen hand
That led me out of shadow’s place.

Since then,
Love clothed my naked ache,
Bundled me in purpose,
And whispered truths I never knew to seek.

Now lost in Love,
I wander dawn to dusk
With eyes wide to the miracle
That He—still—loves me so.

I know a Hero —  
A mother goose,  
Watching over her chicks  
With love and grace.  
Oh, my Hero.  

I know a Hero —  
She is my world.  
God knows I speak the truth;  
He blessed me with her.  
Oh, my Hero.  

I know a Hero —  
Without her, my life is void.  
Oh, my Hero.  

While other chicks speak  
Of their proud Roosters as heroes,  
I speak of her —  
Not as a Heroine,  
For calling her that  
Would only lessen her strength.  
She is my Hero.

‎A burden on my heart
‎To rest in His presence
‎
‎A burden in my heart
‎To rest with My Comfort
‎
‎A Spirit cries
‎The Holy Spirit
‎Looking for men
‎
‎Oh am I worthy
‎Please, here I am
‎Am I worthy
‎
‎Pick me
‎Dust me
‎Mould me
‎Form me
‎Make me
‎That vessel of honor yielding
‎To You - Lord
‎
‎Oh my Love
‎Search no more
‎Here I am
‎Your burden
‎My burden
‎Your tears
‎My tears
‎
‎I am here
‎Send me
‎Use me
‎Spend my life
‎
‎Search no further Lord
‎Weep no more King
‎Here I am
‎

Let me shine
As a city set upon the hill—
Unhidden, unwavering,
A beacon carved in twilight.

Let me burn,
Not as a candle
Tucked beneath the bed,
But as a flame that dares the dark
And declares the dawn.

Let me radiate—
The glory of my God,
Unmistakable,
Undeniable.

I must shine,
That the world may see,
And testify of good works born of grace,
Then lift their voice in praise
To the One who lit this fire.

It is mandated—
It is commanded:
By your fruits they will know you.
So let them see Jesus in me,
As He is in God,
His breath within my becoming,
Alive in the current of His heart,
No longer I—
But Christ revealed.

I am changing —
Truly, I am a different me.
But the question lingers
Like an echo in my bones:
Am I becoming
The best version of me —
Or just a stranger
Wearing my name?

Time speaks,
Time is speaking.

In stillness,
You can listen.

Though it tarries,
It shall be—
And not delay.