Surrendering you is hard.
Yet it feels so right.
We tried it and it wasn’t meant to be,
turned to destruction and before the storm could pour down we got the umbrellas and went inside.
Turned our different ways.
It’s okay.
You planted a seed in me, you may never see it harvest.
You lifted the bar, and it shall continue growing.
Helped me find back the light and reminded me of His warmth.
We made mistakes, both know.
Wise enough to see it couldn’t keep going.
Only God knows what God wants.
I trust in His plan.
Letting go.
Letting God.
Surrendering you is hard but holding onto to you is harder.

she pushes herself then falls back into the depth of patterns and bruises. she fights to stand up but sometimes it feels easier to stay laying down. pondering to herself is someone holding her down or is it simply her choice?
begging anyone to give her the strength to keep fighting.

strong trees looking down.
standing tall space is crowded.
eyes are everywhere.

this feeling crashes over my whole body
cannot speak it outloud
filled with broken static of humiliation
my ex would appreciate it
darkest of nightmares
swimming through the middle of sea
with nobody to turn to
it's just me
i swam too far
now alone in solitude
trapped in this navy blue storm
tears fall and water rises
waves crashing from left and right
drowning in this ocean
seagulls are chirping
whales are singing their song
hoping to be like pinochocio
but nobodys here
must swim back
or sink