Perfectly Imperfect

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, plaguedContinue reading “Perfectly Imperfect”

Something To Touch..

Something to feel other than this pain. The walls of isolation whispers. The call of indulgence hinders me deeply. Frustration builds, the enemy tries- but he fails. Speaking life when holding on to death is tough. Hearing God when listening to Satan is tiring. Wanting pleasure, wanting to escape, wanting to leave, but fearing thereContinue reading “Something To Touch..”