the record spins
playing its gentle crackle
reflecting the light of the warm afternoon sun
oh how it glistens.
it soothes me.

note to self
don't ever let someone 'fix' my poems
for i'm afraid they'll take away the emotion
from my handpicked words
words that reflect who i am
it may seem like i'm not open to criticism
but they don't feel the same way i do

the window open
the crickets chirp
my city is asleep
but here i am enjoying my own company
alone with my thoughts
listening attentively to silence

i creased the cover of my book today,
my heart shattered at the sight.

Where does my next breath  comes from.
It comes from the Lord Jesus my Savior.
My Creator , the Creator of the Heavens.
The Creator of the earth and all mankind.
Wihout his blessings , we would all be cursed.
So where does my next step comes from.
Jesus the Creator of the heavens and the earth.