It is true pain changes people.
But you know what pain also does;
it hurts you,
it breaks you,
it drains you,
it disconnects you from the
people around you at times.

It sometimes makes you feel
like giving up on your life.
But maybe that's just a phase.

Maybe we have to break to heal.
Maybe we have to fall to rise.
Maybe we give up to fight.
Maybe we have to make mistakes to learn.
Maybe we have to tear to be courageous.

Maybe we have to go through chaos to find peace.
Maybe we have to feel weak to be strong.
Maybe we have to get messed up before we step up.
Maybe going down was a part of the plan of rising
up once again better.

Pain brings out the worst,
the best and sometimes
it is just different.
And you get to choose
who you get to cast yourself as.

You get to pick up those pieces
and place them the way you want to be.
Sometimes it isn't bad, it isn't good,
it's just different.
And that's alright.

We struggle through life, through the stress, through the strife, it cuts like a knife but onward we travel crawling through the gravel while watching our lives unravel.

As we go on the prowl, on our faces there's a scowl and a feeling of throwing in the towel.

While a breakthrough seems out of sight thinking, how can I make things right. Suddenly it comes piercing through the night, a beacon of light, it continues to get bright.

It was a heck of a scare you got an answer to your secret prayer, knowing you were delivered out of your despair, even a nightmare.

So let's stop poking out our chests, boasting I'm the best when we know we've been Blessed. Instead of flapping our chops, Give Him, His Props.

Then the next time your life is on cruise control and you fall into a manhole or find yourself up a pole just slow your roll.

Because whether you're on a mountain top or in a sweatshop, before you call the cops or start flapping your chops.

Remember, He can remove all the stops. It's just proper to Give Him, His Props.

I am appreciating this process, and awareness

a feeling without definition

a knowing that cant be expressed

They say there are ways to cope and writing is one but all we wish for is the cure. In the storm and chaos of everything summer, we only wish to smell the roses a little while longer until the thought of the killer shark takes over our minds leading us to a place where we’re too afraid to swim. I go to the beach and look at the waves only to wish I could dip my sanded feet into the water letting the chills take over me. Anything and everything we’d do just to feel free.