Grieve

Give grief an inch and sometimes it’ll take a marathon. Grief works itself through each of us differently. The key is not to fight but allow it to flow. I woke up with the question on my mind: Did you mourn? Did… you… mourn? Usually, I didn’t. The reality of what occurred or was occurringContinue reading “Grieve”

21:22 Thoughts

The intricate details make up the complete picture. Silence doesn’t mend what needs to be said. Ignoring it doesn’t make it dissolve away. A fire burning within smolders when it’s not tended to correctly. A vision doesn’t become reality if a plan and action aren’t birthed. Love. Yes, love can dwindle more and more asContinue reading “21:22 Thoughts”

Lead Me

Lead me along the path that you have set. Replenish the oasis that sits internally. Hear and Act on the prayers I humbly pray. Comfort and Love me as I navigate another day. I don’t always feel like you’re near. Speak to me, I long for your voice. I need you to appear. Again, it’sContinue reading “Lead Me”

There are times…

There are times when I want to give my heart permission to open the door, instead of throwing paper airplanes that contain Love over the fortress wall. There are times when Romeo should have a plan and passion and peek over the wall in pursuit of what’s behind it, even if it takes earning aContinue reading “There are times…”

Choices

Observing and willing and wanting, yet sporadically invited. Choices. No regrets nor shame. I’m watching you drown. Strangled by childhood absences and fatherly goals, Thirsting for healing to your soul. Optimism once lived where you now house brothel focused goals in the shadows of unasked questions. Truth is better unrevealed Because accountability has no roomContinue reading “Choices”

Space between pen and paper

Never underestimate the space between a writer’s pen and the surface of release Usually what’s birthed isn’t your peace but the author’s ability to bleed out, to cry out, to maneuver the internal seasons There’re times when the scenes are stenciled with smiles and celebrations, a logging of an occasion Then there’re clouds that rainContinue reading “Space between pen and paper”