we’re all just moving about robotically; carrying years of hurt on our backs.
our scrabbly efforts have done nothing to alleviate the pain.
forced to exist in a world of crafted terror, the light at the end of the tunnel f a d e s.
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AI-Generated Image: A Black woman with braids sitting at a desk with a sad expression on her face.
carillon
her voice, to me, is like a carillon, played at the right moment to dazzle my heart and strengthen my mind.
I miss our daily conversations, our intent on building, bonding, and brewing through words.
a funk came and she’s been under it, in it, for over a month, and now it feels like she won’t get through it, and my heart sobs for the woman I once knew.
but I know how important it is to best our demons, and there’s no timeline for this. I’m here whenever, if ever she reappears.
AI-Generated Image: Birds singing while on the rooftop of an apartment building, just as the sun rises.
hornswoggled without consent
morning comes out of the blue, and I feel like I’ve been hornswoggled into daytime without consent.
the birds’ church has been open since 0430, and I have no clue who the minister is, but I am now holding them responsible for the ruckus the choir is making. although in perfect harmony, as always, I would have loved fifteen more minutes of deep sleep.
but when nature lives right outside your window, you’ll either call it peace or chaos, and currently, I’m on the fence. so, I’m naming it peaceful chaos until further notice.
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AI-Generated Image: A young, Black woman holding her puppy up in the air while smiling. She is wearing a dark pink top, has curly hair, and in the background, a faint image of a yellow house is visible. The dog is a tan color with a black snout and sweet eyes.
to be a fur baby’s mom takes everything the body doesn’t willingly give
you sacrifice bits of yourself you never thought you would–you live a different life than what you’ve ever known,
and the four-legged creature who looks to you as his world only sees love and loyalty.
some will say your mothering isn’t real. others will tell you, “it’s just a dog,” but what they will never know
is the unfailing, unconditional love that merges the two of you together . . . glue that cannot be undone.
and it’s the most indescribable beauty of God– possessed and shared with us.
I wrote this poem a few days ago for the crush’s daughter, who is now a fur baby mom. At the tender age of 19 years old, she has a companion who will love her like no other living and breathing being ever will. I am so happy for and proud of her!
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holes come at unexpected times, bearing down on weary hearts–taking our last moments of peace.
the strong hold on–ending the fight before it’s time can place a wrinkle in the waves of life.
we grit our teeth and lean into every storm until we ache from years of battling–the war, never-ending.
the pull is a place we find ourselves lagging in navigation, stuck on fear, and when we stay there too long, it becomes home.
the key to remembering how to escape is to grab the closest thing to you and lasso it to your beating heart–give it the life it has no chance to steal,
and watch it falter before your eyes. you’ll defeat it, and it won’t ever see it coming.
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Fandango’d the ticket for Sinners for this morning at the theater up the block. a friend of mine has been waiting for me to see it so we can discuss it.
she’s anxious to know my thoughts, but I haven’t movie’d in a while; a little over two years, to be exact. theaters make me feel out of place… the awkward coughs, people who talk when the movie begins, cell phones ringing when they should be on silent.
my nerves usually become so worked up, I find it hard to focus on the movie. therefore, if I go, I show up early in the morning, a Sunday, preferably, when most people are God’ng themselves to death.
and that’s what I’ll do today. when I have had my fill of a movie that hasThe Green Mile of hype, I’ll come home to get a little more God, too.
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