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Weary of the triggers that put me on the edge. The edge of a cliff in my very own mind, where I just want to jump and see where I'll land.
Poem of Adam
Hide me from guilt and shame from history erase my name But that was not your purposeful aim broad shoulders now toiling in constant pain
Short Ode to Love
Love is like a gentle dove that landed Love is true and perfectly candid Love originally designed to be unconditional
Friend Like That
Swirling around, thin rimmed vessels of earthen clay, soothing souls, sitting here awhile, to pray. Touch my lips with encouragement and validation,
Molded For Glories Unknown
Heart shards scattered in canyons deep, where few dare to search, for the pieces reap. The Comforter sees, interceding, on his knees,
Life to My Bones
Glorifying you brings life to my bones, and power to my soul. Soul is made up of the mind, will, and emotions, and with all that I have, I long to magnify you more.
One day there'll be no more suffering. One day there'll be no more pain. No more shame.
Prayers for Her (Pt. 11)
Give her rest like she's never had before. Put your angels around her so that she knows peace. Give her sweet, graceful dreams,