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
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