The language of my lips and the stutter of my tongue.
The worries in my mind, and the battles of my heart.
The thought processes of my broken heart.
The thickness of my thighs—
The glory in my eyes, awaiting the roads to the prize of who I am.
The fear in my soul, plagued by a foreign substance.
The stressors of the world, twisting my thoughts.
The weight of my body, balanced with the weight of the world.
The imbalance of my hormones.
The creation of cycles.
Broken records and played out songs.
The imperfections of my being cries to the Perfect one, make me whole God, make me whole- like you promised you would!
A Journey to Summer 