I fell hard into rough palms

where love was craved

and life seemed calm,

but fingers aren’t meant


to be support systems 

so like water this soul

slipped through them 

with nothing to catch me.


I learned,


it’s not about feelings

it’s about figuring out 

the ways we stop growing

when our perception caves.


It’s about still loving

when our hearts 

no longer feels like giving—

but hearts are meant to feel.


Even when they lead us 

to our demise.


I’ve been sick for a bit which explains my absence, but I’m back! Covid can’t keep me down, I serve a living God!





Photo: Oghale Alex Photography

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.