My Child 

“Okay, you’ve told me that you don’t need any help to get up. So tell me, why are you still laying down? Pick up your mat and walk with me. Do not decline my hand, it’s the only one that can pick you up out of this rubble. It may hurt when you sit up and your legs may be torn by the worn edges of the boulders that have been resting upon you. But do not let pain keep you from tasting freedom, my child. Get up, walk with me. If the hurt becomes overwhelming, let me carry you.” 

Jesus to me 

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Reminder ❤️

I do not need your love to love myself. 

I do not need your love to love myself. 

I do not need your love to love myself. 

I do not need your love to love myself. 

I do not need your love to love myself. 

Repeat daily. Remember always.

Half Past One

If you knew the thoughts floating in my head half past one, would you hand me a bible or would you hand me a gun?

Would you give up on me? Throw in the towel on my behalf? Tell me,

It’s unfixable.

Drown out all bellowing yells of victory and point and lead me to where darkness hides best–in myself. 

Or.

Or would you tell my frail heart to stop feeding me lies my spirit despises? 

Would you cradle my mind into your sacred arms and take me by the hand and walk with me?

 Even when it gets dark enough to hear evil howl, will you still walk with me? 

I beg of you,

Walk with me.

Don’t Be A Fool 

fools cradle common casualties, 

constant catered catastrophes, 

clinging cracks create carnality, 

cushioned colds choose fatality.

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(throwback to my first alliteration poem I wrote 2 years ago. this was so fun writing and this style is really cool to play around with!)

I Can Hear The Echo.

A touch,

A smile,

A glance.

All internalized into my little head.

It’s not like I’m desperate to hold you,

To be held by you.

But it’s cold in here and I’ve been here alone for quite some time.

I can’t call this love,

It isn’t even infatuation.

It’s pure attraction.

Your eyes and your hair that falls to your neck, sweeping past your ears.

I have a lot of time to stare and think but the more I look, the more I can’t breathe.

It’s the passion that’s enticing.

The moment where our eyes meet and I’m carried back to safety.

I’m safe in my house but,

I’ve been here alone for quite some time.