The only menu you ever had… the men you
offered their hand— to feed you a sense
of joy whenever you felt sad.
…but gaze at His hand He wields before you;
the breath you borrow for today is the air He
willed for you.
Tomorrow’s already gone, the damage is
done; a shadow still bleeds even when stabbed
in the dark— still, a spark speaks from the dark.
You are a star; as distant as you are; that light
may feel far, may flicker, feel scarred…
...but taste the bitter of failure, to cherish
success’s kiss— with patience, hope, faith…
and prayer.
But this right here, isn’t that prayer; just
tokens of words, a message minted in air.
A silver coin: heads or tails; both sides exist,
but neither should flip you or tip your scale.
Don’t let life run you over; run with the drive
you keep; you may live cornered by streets,
but you’re not set in place like concrete.
...there are footprints in words, trace them
back, but don’t circle back to where you lacked.
Move forward, even if slow… just don’t
become what you already know.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 3:03 AM UTC
The only menu you ever had… the men you
offered their hand— to feed you a sense
of joy whenever you felt sad.
…but gaze at His hand He wields before you;
the breath you borrow for today is the air He
willed for you.
Tomorrow’s already gone, the damage is
done; a shadow still bleeds even when stabbed
in the dark— still, a spark speaks from the dark.
You are a star; as distant as you are; that light
may feel far, may flicker, feel scarred…
...but taste the bitter of failure, to cherish
success’s kiss— with patience, hope, faith…
and prayer.
But this right here, isn’t that prayer; just
tokens of words, a message minted in air.
A silver coin: heads or tails; both sides exist,
but neither should flip you or tip your scale.
Don’t let life run you over; run with the drive
you keep; you may live cornered by streets,
but you’re not set in place like concrete.
...there are footprints in words, trace them
back, but don’t circle back to where you lacked.
Move forward, even if slow… just don’t
become what you already know.
A reflective piece about outgrowing the need for validation from others, recognizing a higher source of purpose, and learning to move forward through failure, faith, and self-awareness without repeating past cycles.
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