Sometimes you decide to mask your emotions, to cover up the turmoil bubbling within you. Fearful of any sign of vulnerability, of admitting that you can’t do this alone. Soak in the pain until it feels normal, head tilted to keep a sea of tears from running over. This is what we call strength.
A vision that God has given you may no man take away. In the broken moments of reality we become sheltered through his glorious light. May your vision burn even in the caves that attempt to overcome us. Shed tears but do not release vision, allow it to flow as a stream through breaks and cracks. We push on under pain, but never have we been completely broken
Some poetry, some prose, and some photos. Some of these pictures were taken more than a year ago, but still had hold the same meaning. Everything presented here is meant to tell a story. Read/look and enjoy.
When you create an end to the breaking point….
Everything that’s broken will eventually become healed in time.
I flashed childhood off the silhouettes in the bedroom my mother let me sleep in.
Hanging sideways off edge. Sharing space with a toddler and pregnant wife.
I cried tears inside, but grit my teeth to prevent them from pouring out into oceans from pint up bitterness.
I almost hated me, tearing to the last fabric of self confidence until nothing.
Thin air carrying every mistake past the moonlight.
Note: This was written on the spot with little to know proofreading. I honestly just had to allow these emotions to pour out of me. I hope at least one person will be inspired.
I may not always post but I’m always working, the wheels are constantly turning.
I’ve taken a short hiatus from posting anything on here, I’ve still been writing for my chapbook though. At this point I’m just trying to gather my thoughts and work on maintaining a positive mindset at all times. Life can get to me and sometimes I feel myself crumbling over the pressure. The pressure being the best writer I can be in hopes of one day making that my career, the pressure of not being where I want to in life, the pressure of constantly comparing myself to classmates I graduated with 10 years ago. Writing is more than a hobby for me, it’s an outlet for everything I keep inside. As I continue to work on having a positive outlook I hope and pray that everyone reading this will continue to do the same. More writing and poetry coming soon. Everyone have a blessed weekend.
Sometimes staying positive takes more effort than we may think, it’s something we actually have to put effort into it. I have learned this over the past few years. I can honestly say I’m not where I think I need to be in my life right now, I spend too much time worrying about my accomplishments compared to others around me. This can be a heavy weight to carry around at times, but God, my family, writing, and music are a couple of things that keep me stable and give me that extra push. I really felt like sharing this because it has been on my mental and I just needed to get it out in the open.
Thanks for listening.