Tilt.
When things need to feel a certain kind of way...
All I need to do is embrace the gray.
Embrace the inbetween.
Allow myself to tilt, turn, and twist.
And then... holding the best God has for me in one hand and grieving what I thought would be best in the other, I move forward.
Her. Elusive and unkind. I get frustrated and scared… Of the time it takes. And the hope it wastes. Why can’t I be free? Of this desire...
You foolish temptress. You consider me a base fool… Capable of nothing more than simple mediocrity. You spend countless hours trying to...
Sustain. I push and I strive till I have nothing left in me. But this spark that enables me. Empowers me. Renews my internal charge…...
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