Pride keeps me in shatters

Pride keeps me in shatters though I’m begging to be healed Screaming for relief but my clutch will not yield

I say I’m doing fine and I promise I’m okay. But my heart is gently peeling pumping blood of disarray

Ruins

In spiritual ruins

That’s how I entered your throne room

Bright with promises you know I didn’t keep
Brokenness mixed with shouts of bravado.

I turned my back to rebuke myself, ashamed you should see me this way

Desperately trying to piece myself together

Forcing parts to fit but always losing my grip. Crying ‘cos it only hurt more.

Yet you waited

For me to forgive myself and allow your healing

But I’m too ashamed so I’ll continue hurting, yearning, bleeding

Love is 4C

Love is 4C

Densely packed, tightly coiled and fiercely protective of the jewel I guard

A fortress

Why would I allow just anything to comb through?

You must match my strength, compliment my nobility

Do you have the strength? Better yet, do you have the knowledge?

From week to week I proclaim new levels of brilliance. Glistening with the anointing of all things essential

The fool looks at me and says my height is my everything

But that’s shrinkage and when stretched, the sound is deafening

Aqua’s my refresh, whole in every state

Neither difficult or basic, fear will not compensate