Her armsTheir applauseThe caress of my ego.There are many many placesMy heart tends to run toIn search of salvationAnd it comes up empty every time.Surely if I was going to save myselfI would have done so by now. Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to […]
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Self-sabotage is real.Upward mobility is no straight line.We do not always have our ownBest interests at heart.From climate change to personal addictionLike a moth to the flameWe don’t always knowHow to steer clear of self-inflictedDisaster.Shooting ourselves in the footAs it turns out,Is far more naturalThan it seems.
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When life fell shortAnd you fell short of LifeHe stood with youAnd offered His own.When the darkness led you strayAnd the torch slipped from your handsHe lit your path with the words of His mouth.When your faults overtook youAnd the consequences stared you in the faceHe offered His shoulders to carry the shame.When the sins […]
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In deep need of mercyAching for graceFor Something bigger than meTo get me outside of meAnd help me see that my fearsDon’t actually blot out the sun.When earth’s darkest dayGives way to earth’s darkest nightThere will be OneWho will do more than merely gentrify the darkness.No.He has waded into our sadnessImmersed Himself in our filthHe […]
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We are not yetFully realized.There are bars withinTo be brokenBattles of the soulTo be wonHabits of the heartTo be undoneSelf-destructive pathsTo be walked back.Beneath our insecuritiesAnd strongholdsLies a version of ourselvesSo brightSo wholeSo fully human.O for the day whenWhen we see the face in the mirrorWe’d always sensed was thereBut never dared to believeCould exist.
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When it happenedShe knew she’d never forget it.When liberty came to find her andCoaxed her out of her chains,Showed her how firmlyHer feet could stand on the ground,How comfortable her own skin could feelHow lovingly the gentle breeze could caress her faceHow high her heart could soar.First time freedomsAre magical.In a momentYou come to know […]
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Its strangeBut its true.Not every feelingNot every thoughtIs who you really are.Or at least,Who you always have to be.Our mental landscapeIs in part given to usAnd in part made by us-The series of narrativesThat you have become so accustomed toAre not necessarily the whole of who you are.The scenes in your mindDon’t always have to […]
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Isn’t riddled with insecurityScrolling on a screenLooking for meaning,Pining for designer clothesAnd ‘summer bodies’Racing up the corporate ladder,The real youIsn’t exhausting your yearsPlaying catch upCompensating for childhood traumas,Proving people wrong,Building statues in honorOf your coping mechanisms,Holding onto whatever you can find in this lifeFor fear that there’s nothing else,Chasing after more and moreAnd finding less […]
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Looking in the mirrorGets hard sometimes.Sometimes I get tiredOf being disappointedAt my own reflection,Saddened by the reminderOf my own shortcomings,Done with all the parts of myselfThat exhaust me,Its no secretThat the meanest voiceIn my headIs often my own.It’s a good thing, then,That when my mindIs no longer a safe placeFor me to live,That God is […]
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He hadn’t realisedThat he’d been using technologyTo medicate his pain.Reaching for his phoneFor a song that would drown outHis quiet desperation,Bingeing TVAs a means of escaping realityOnly to find that he is still himselfWhen the credits roll.His fingers itchedNot for another hand to hold-But a screen to tapAnd pixels to stare at,Subconsciously hoping that maybeThe […]
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