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Took a bite out of life—milk teeth learning strength, still suckling at mother nature’s chest; love came easy… so did breathing. Now the mind resets—or pretends to; my present feels pre-set, slipping each step; till I slip into prayer—trying doors with keys that wouldn’t fit. Knowledge is key… but which way do you turn when the map has no key? Keynote— I shed skin like clothing, kicked off the day like work shoes; once a shy boy in shorts, now less shy to come out in short supply. Like Jacob in the night, I grapple with God—limping out of prayers, still asking for a name, a blessing, a reason I still ache. Known by few, seen by fewer— lonely in love; still willing to love the lonely. If only a storm would come, bringing high waves, washing me over as I wave goodbye to love… Till time unending— we say bye to what passes us by.
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Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 3:50 PM UTC
PRE-SET PRAYERS // LOST KEYS
Took a bite out of life—milk teeth learning strength, still suckling at mother nature’s chest; love came easy… so did breathing. Now the mind resets—or pretends to; my present feels pre-set, slipping each step; till I slip into prayer—trying doors with keys that wouldn’t fit. Knowledge is key… but which way do you turn when the map has no key? Keynote— I shed skin like clothing, kicked off the day like work shoes; once a shy boy in shorts, now less shy to come out in short supply. Like Jacob in the night, I grapple with God—limping out of prayers, still asking for a name, a blessing, a reason I still ache. Known by few, seen by fewer— lonely in love; still willing to love the lonely. If only a storm would come, bringing high waves, washing me over as I wave goodbye to love… Till time unending— we say bye to what passes us by.
A reflective piece tracing the shift from innocent beginnings to spiritual wrestling—where growth feels pre-written, prayers feel unanswered, and love feels distant. Caught between knowing and not knowing, the speaker searches for direction, identity, and God… while learning to let go of what was never meant to stay.
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27/M/Zimbabwe
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 3:50 PM UTC
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