I am too tired
To contort words and phrases,

All I can speak is my truth:

Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love.

I tried to contort
To fit your shape
And now my spirit
Is knotted and bound

Still and stuck, I am
Full
Of life–
Unlived.

I take a deep breath
Creating space
To begin releasing
The knots I once made.

Once I achieved
All I ever wanted,

My full hands
Longed for the space
They held before.

It was full
Of opportunity.

I am only as good as my greatest sin
So I hold it high, overhead
Like a torch–
That guides the path
And lights the way…

I miss him
Even though
He is long gone.

Blessings wash over me.
I am the center of the fountain.

Renewing waters
–Cleansing.

Feeling–
More than whole.

I have.
More than enough.
To offer this world.

Faith is not the absence of doubt.
Faith is having doubt, and not believing it.

May I walk in the light, today.