I’ve never felt comfortable on my knees Praying for insight or reprieve Hoping that heaven is listening or that the devil hasn’t seen. I’d rather stand at the intersection of my pain and release, the place where my fears and truths meet. I couldn’t pray for clarity or peace My words abandoned behind gritted teeth … Continue reading Where I Pray
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Safe Space
I wanna fall asleep with my face nestled into the back of your neck Like the space between your shoulder and head was carved out for me I wanna wake up next to you and say “good morning” to every inch of your body Like I’m paying homage to the melanin passed down from your … Continue reading Safe Space
The Lonely Hour
I know it’ll pass but the lonely is strong when I don’t want to cry into my pillow, filling it with my hurt because I want to be held. When I want to cry into a chest more resilient than mine in the moment. To be pulled in tighter than I can hug myself. The … Continue reading The Lonely Hour