So, this morning, I wrote this poem, and right after, I updated my website (which was WAY overdue). Honestly, I think writing (and posting) this poem on FB broke through the chains that were holding back my fingers from the keyboard.
The only fear that exists is the one I agree with.
“Without a Friend”
where is it?
where did it go…
the writing?
how could a passion just
disappear
is darkness really that strong
I KNOW it’s not
so where did it go?
where is it…
the writing?
[written on Friday, January 13, 2017]
Last night (Thursday, January 12) was amazing, but it was more than that because of certain things leading up to it.
Since last month, I’d been planning to dance with my flags at Poetry Night at The Prelude, but then, last week, something happened, and my desire to dance seemed crushed. Continue reading
What may look broken to you
may be breakthrough for me
If you know me, you’ll see
my dance is pure
my heart is holy
my walk is upright
I have integrity
and know my created value
What may look broken to you
may be breakthrough for me
When Jesus rose from the grave
breakthrough happened
It’s all about seeing that
believing that
knowing that
walking in that
Truth
What may look broken to you
may be breakthrough for me
Seeing without vision
Hearing without sound Continue reading
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