And sometimes, even the act of loving self seems impossible.
At the tip of insanity, somebody pray for me.
Trust in self faith in
The universe, hang on stars
Until skies collapsed
Everyone has been lost, wondering aimlessly through forgotten fields.
Stepping on brokenness. We just gotta trust God because we can’t trust ourselves.
A purpose higher than self…
Attempting to be content with what God has already given me….. Everything is heavy here!
Like birds, my hands flew from 7th story
Windows welcoming ills of city air.
Watching the pavement blend with the faces of pedestrians.
Again, tomorrow I’ll open windows
To stumble through a different scent,same scenery.
Phone rings. Mother’s voice slides
The conscience from its compartment.
Hands return blistered with blood same color as my skin.