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“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.” ― William Shakespeare

Identity Ourselves vs Christ Identity

August 2, 2016 Thoughts

From my previous writings, it’s been made clear I have been trying to discover where my place is within the world and trying to solve my own conflicting puzzle of identity. Every day I unravel a piece of my true self.  I have been attending a woman’s bible study and tonight the topic of discussion was identity.  We discussed how we defined our identity and the way we view ourselves versus discovering our identity through the eyes of Christ. It’sRead More

Redemption at its Finest

July 6, 2016 Thoughts

In attempt to receive redemption to rectify every past decision that felt like a black hole of forever within my soul- has now been disentangled.  God is really on my side.  The obstruction, now refurbished, welcomes the light of everlasting grace and hope. The agonizing anguish and burden of open wounds live in the shadow that follows you every day. It’s a weight so heavy that can easily be found by the perfect observer, behind every warped smile you try to give. ItRead More

Sparks Sent into the Sky

July 5, 2016 Thoughts

I lit the fire to send sparks into the sky. As the repetitive words I continuously express, take note that Fourth of July is meant to celebrate the freedom we preserve. I know this day passes at a speedy rate while running around, collecting the soon to be evidence of a celebratory day. On this day we gather families together and breathe the independence we’re so blessed to hang on to. Seize a moment to thank God for the soldiers,Read More

The Memories Witheld

June 29, 2016 Thoughts

 I weaken the state of mind for a wishful mimic Diluting the blood of the unblemished swallowers I leak through broken veins of crushing followers Resting inside the frontal lobes of forgotten wisdom I murmur above the heart by a misleading gimmick Established from the grounded seeds of wanted power I crack across the glossy vision of pure desire Breaking the trusted nature nested at birth’s hour My lies travel to the vessels of pondering brains Saturating moments blinded toRead More

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