And I vowed
She would never hold the contents of her mind behind because she felt she was less than divine
That every word that escaped the beautiful belly of the gold mine I planted in her would be expelled from the root at every moment she could
That her first words would be I know before I think
I can before I might.
And her voice would never drift off into the wind, unheard and forgotten
You would hear the harshness of her winds before you even turned around to see her because she is ten feet tall in mentality and in physicality .
Because I will teach her she is worthy.
So she doesn’t shy away into the void that is so comfortable .
So that her throat will never know a lump so large it stops the wind from blowing her music.
So that she will never doubt herself
Like her mother did.

Somehow I already know
how it ends,
even before it begins.
Call it some type of
clairvoyance.

But you were unexpected;
you weren't part of the plan.

I chased you from the
comfort of the only path I knew,
and now all that I know
is how lost I'd be
without you.

Why do the good feel at fault?

We are not the problem. They are.
We tend to every open wound tirelessly, in return once our backs are turned They reach for handfuls of coarse salt to undo all the hurt we healed.
But it’s ok. We don’t learn. Still we will tend to the oozing abyss as if made by our fault.
Maybe it is.
Maybe it is our fault,
For not seeing the salt.

(1)
There are inner battles that
Are waging within my soul.
Insecurity strikes with
Swiftness of the snake.

(2)
Awaken, rejuvenate.
Life is far too short to waste
Precious breath on tired souls.
Awaken your peace.

(3)
I was so used to reading
Others emotions like it
Was biblical scripture.
You make me humble.

(4)
I stopped feeling the need to
Read into everything when
You showed me an open book.
It's such a relief.