These things shall be shaken that we cling to. Only eternal which for am moment seems forever out of reach will rise to stay. We can’t stay forever, souls will push through, prevail despite the common efforts of men that fall as dust.
We are made through adversity, the tearing of old layers to form new . The maker does not pull us away from fire, but rather pushes us through it weakness and insecurities are purged as nothing.
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.
At the tip of insanity, somebody pray for me.
A purpose higher than self…
Just be sure to avoid the pit falls.
When you have no other choice but to let go trust God and step outside of the box of comfort society lives in. Being stagnant is a sickness
Cruel gardens we walk
Back peddling downhill while
Perverse tongues spread salt.