And in the midst of it all

Darkness keeps placing its

Ugly head into the open cracks

Of the minds that God took His

Time in healing

While life’s greatest adversary

May think he’s won again

Then I heard God remind me

In the deepest part of my soul

That victory belongs to me

And He’s the same God that’s

Delivered boats from crashing

Over the deep blue seas

And the same God that kept

Me when they broke into the

Home that I found solace in

The same God that kept him off

Of my back one last time

The same God that moved my hand

Off the brake that kept me from moving

The God that never fails

And is able to do exceeding abundantly

Will keep our minds at peace

Again if we believe

two

for the first time

the deep dark pit

that i’ve allowed to

swallow me up

began to crack and

your light found its way

into spaces that have never

experienced anything different.

i moved my hands towards

each opening in hopes that

i could keep digging

to let in more light

but my tired hands were

ready to give up and let go

instead

you placed your hands

close to mine and started

digging with me

telling me i’m here

with your words and showing me

through your actions.

the pressure filled walls

let out its last and final sigh

and finally i saw that our

was never in vain.

now my pit is destroyed

with your wisdom filled words

and your dirt covered hands

showed me that

you were right there all along.

you’ve demolished my walls

you’ve heard my cries

and you’ve saved parts of me

i thought were six feet deep

and i’m ready to rebuild

alongside you.

Then the day will come

When you realize that

The only people that should

Matter are the people

Your energy gravitates toward

On its own

Without forcing a connection

Or feelings that will fade

Because time means nothing

In the midst of your discovery.

Down

There are some nights where I feel

A burning sensation in my soul

That tells me to help ignite

The flames surrounding me

But it only takes one night

To feel discouraged in this walk

To feel beat up

Torn down

To feel like giving up.

I’d like to believe I’m slowly moving

Into the purpose that is placed

By the name given to me

But I can’t save them all

I just can’t.

new mercies i see

each morning i get up

i am granted a new mercy, or two

from the moment my eyes open

to the time they close again

my aching body moves towards restoration

and my bones are lubricated with

sweet sweet oil

but in one moment

the capitol of my broken city is shaking

and that new mercy feels like

a bomb threat will quickly become real

and my heart will explode from being

in the target range of many

and i will fall on my knees

begging for forgiveness

finally realizing

that i was in the way.

green

i am creative and i have created

a space to tell my story to those

who are willing to listen through

the cracks in my voice and the sound

of my shaking tongue

i have filled my mind with words

and i live through sound and song

because the peace it brings

chokes out pain and suffering

i have erased and replaced archaic

thinking with a freshly planted flower

that continues to grow with time

now that i understand my words

are not always a crime

i am a poet

and every day i choose to be

i choose to create and build

this little world of mine

come with me.