It is in the storm

In the raging of stormsthough you may feel caughtthere is an escapewhen shelter is soughtAs darkness grows fierceand noise deafens earspeace can be foundwhen you release your fearsLean into the Onewho has ultimate controlHe will fight your battleand protect your soulLove overcomesin this rageful stormThere’s no need to believedarkness is the normGod has already woneven…… Continue reading It is in the storm

That spark of light

When you’re living in the illusionthat all you’ve been taught is realThe truth that comes with seekingis what seems to be surrealSo push past all the discomfortif you want to truly be freeFor the darkness seeks to keep us enslavedby dominating over you and meThe darkness seeks to hold on tightand never let us goIt…… Continue reading That spark of light

Liberty

I will gladly risk my life for freedomour soldiers do it every day.So please don’t make me rebelby taking our constitutional rights away.I will stand and defend freedomeven within America’s walls.These mandates on our liberties are divisivefor some want to see us stumble and fall.A slow burn continues to riseas corruption convalutes this story,suggesting we…… Continue reading Liberty

Secrets Never Die

SittingWaitingHesitatingStuck in my headRunning the situation over again and again PonderingWonderingWhat have I doneQuestioning the consequences of my action No one needs to knowI can keep it to myselfBut truth isburied secrets never die Will it come back to haunt meWill I crumble under the stressCan I live a life that’s a lie One day…… Continue reading Secrets Never Die

Blank page

My world starts in my mind.It is within, not without.I write my own story;that is the power I hold.If I accept this power, I am my own hero,and my high-vibrational thoughts will be my superpower.If I deny this power, I will become a victim within my own story,and my low-vibrational thoughts will be my kryptonite.My…… Continue reading Blank page

A Cherished Rose

A VIGNETTE: I stepped inside the solitary room and observed her from a distance. It was just the two of us. Her make-up done the way she always wore it. Her short, soft curls cemented by Rave aerosol hairspray. I walked over with her perfume bottle and spritzed it across her neck. Wafting the sweet…… Continue reading A Cherished Rose

Beautifully imperfect

what is the age when we start to become aware of our imperfectionsbelieving that something is wrong because we’re different than the restwhen did differences become a stigma and not a sign of uniquenesswhen did conformity become more important than originalitywe were created to push our limitswe were created to beat their own drumswe were…… Continue reading Beautifully imperfect