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It’s Ok

It's okay to feel lost at times,It's okay to cry.Having a fragmented heart does not prevent you from loving wholly, because although we are different, we are one in the fact that we all have the experience of being human and experiencing our fair share of suffering, pain and confusion. It's okay to love again.It's… Continue reading It’s Ok

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Love, Care and Grace…

Kintsugi is the Japanese art of putting broken pottery pieces back together with gold — An artistic way of giving value to something once seen as worthless; the complete opposite of cancel culture I guess...The Japanese had it figured out. An idea created on the fact that if flaws and imperfections were seen as normal… Continue reading Love, Care and Grace…

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In another life…

In another life promises will be kept and love won't grow cold. In a reminiscent state I long for the warmth of summer and the sweetness that winter once hadAs your warm breath cleared your foggy screen and exposed its little cracks;A portrait of my breaking heart. You broke me first and in the process,I… Continue reading In another life…

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Storytime (Drive home)

It was an afternoon drive and home was our destination;Gaudy bronze sun revealing the true colour of our irises,Gospel music playing on the aux cord,And my spirit conjuring up divinely inspired questions..."Do you believe in miracles?" "Yes", she said softly."What's one miracle that you have been a witness of?"I lowered the volume expecting a stutter,… Continue reading Storytime (Drive home)

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Storytime (stranger things)

I killed a bird when I was a kid...By mistake of course. I should have been about four or five years old,And I did the strangest thing a kid that age could even think of doing. I buried it and made a cross from pieces of grass I had picked up.A young kid inhabited by… Continue reading Storytime (stranger things)

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Worship

I wonder why they look at me strangelike i don't belong on this rowi'm trying to figure out if i'm stayingcuz i don't feel welcome herei know i'm not dressed like everyone elseand i don't own a pair of church shoesbut i'm here because i needed some helpi'm starting to think that i made a… Continue reading Worship

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Be Still

Stillness:the absence of movement or sound.A calm, quiet, motionless state. In a fast-paced world where lies travel faster than truths and harsh words faster than words that soothe,We all ought to learn the art of being still,The skill of having ears that filter the words we are fed and the habit of keeping our mouths… Continue reading Be Still

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Before they die

Give them flowers when they can still smell them, not when their bodies are buried in caskets, six feet deep then later on claim that your love for them was deep... Tell them you love them while they can still hear it, not when they're unresponsive and covered with sheets on hospital beds, or covered… Continue reading Before they die

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Confessions of a Christian youth

No one grows up untouched by darkness.Things we want no one to find out about,Untold truthsNot only the stories behind our scars,But the wounds that led to them,Not only our deeds but the desires from whence they came.It is only through confession that we heal and stop portraying a picture of perfection that everyone admires… Continue reading Confessions of a Christian youth

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The Forgotten

I was born blind,Unable to see my mother's smileIf ever I did make her smile,Or the proud look of my fatherIf ever he was proud of me,It wasn't too long until society turned a blind eye to me,Isolated,Forgotten... I was deaf,Never heard the birds chirping,Waterfalls cascading down rocky riverbeds,Or even an "I love you" from… Continue reading The Forgotten