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I’d much rather believe
That you don’t see me
Than worry that
You do and choose not to
They say the first step to healing
Is loving yourself
I guess I’ve lost the battle
Before it could even begin
💍

She may walk like fire
and speak like wine,
but her lips
carry the ashes
of another man’s home.

Desire is not worth
the ruin you inherit.
No glory is found
in tasting
a betrayal
you didn’t earn.

🖤
Never sleep with another man’s wife. Some doors are locked for a reason. Kicking them open only brings ghosts.
I dedicate my days
to worshipping You
And writing sun-filled,
son-fuelled poetry.
To the One who gave me life again and gives me new life each morning, Amen.
Thank You for the pain —
Thank You for Your wisdom.
Thank You for the angst —
Thank You for letting it run its course.
Thank You for Your grace —
Thank You for letting me be,
fancy-face and free.
You are gracious and kind.
You are loving, Your words bind.
You are tender.
With no remorse, You're re-making me slender.
Your fingerprints are love marks all over;
Kisses from heaven.
I go so long my mind and heart ******* in knots,
Remind me God of all the things i forgot!
You are my savior, my helper, my redeemer, my king
On you i can depend, give all the struggle, your praise i sing!
I don’t have to carry the weight of the world.
It’s not my job to volley all thats been hurled.
You see me where i am in the midst of the storm.
This chaos and anxiety does not have to be my norm.
You want me to give my heart completely to you. Trust your lead. Instead i am often lost in the thorns causing my soul to ache and bleed.
You say,”Cast your cares upon me, trust, release”. You flood my mind and heart with your comfort and peace.
Help me to keep this posture kneeling at your feet, trusting in your love no need to retreat.
In the meadow she did lay,
Frozen in her own decay,
Broken by her day and age,
She was made a display.
Once wild and free,
Now made to stay,
Cracks in her heart,
She was made to be seen.
In her mind,
She was cold,
Colors washed,
No longer bold.
She is me,
I am her,
Our reflections blurred.
One day light will shine,
One day free in mind.
Till then she’ll lay in dirt,
An image of one’s wrongful mirth.
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