Posted in Poetry, Spiritual

Purpose in [Slow] Motion

Too angry to cry
Too angry to think
Too angry to pout
Too angry to sink
Muscle memory empowered
Bible verses engraved
Don’t look at me like you know me
Don’t look at me like I’m insane
I hurt too
I cry so hard inside
that I feel like I want to die
But I can’t stop
That’s not an option
Gotta live my purpose
Even in slow motion.

Posted in Poetry

The Length of Love

Love comes when it’s called.
Love leaves when it’s no longer needed.
Love is chosen by whomever.
Love, like water, takes the shape of its container.