3 a.m Q&A

if i ask you a question

at 3 a.m

please forgive me for the weight of my words.

i’ve been intoxicated by my coffee and poetry

and the music has been circulating through my veins.

at this time of night,

my tongue is controlled by my heart


i blurt out words i know i should hold back.


coffee words

once again

i’ve had too much coffee and i’m left to

write my wakefulness away.

i don’t mind being up until 3 a.m,

it’s actually quite nice to

have the night sky as my lullaby.

when i’m ready,

i will greet my pillow with the satisfaction

that no words went unwritten today.

i am grateful for the ache

to every ache that rattled my veins:

i should not have let you steal from me,

i should not have let you dig your hands into my soul.


thank you for showing me that i am strong.

because of you,

i have learned how to fall on my knees and pray.

you meant to drown me,

but i was already drowning in Gods grace.

thank you,





thank you for pointing me to my savior.