The room is the same, but the sight is gone, The edges are blurred where the day stood strong. I reach for the wall with a trembling hand, In a place I once knew, in a familiar land. The air is heavy, the shadows are deep, And promises made feel harder to keep. It’s a … Continue reading The Muscle Memory of the Soul →

Inadequacy is an actress, seeking stages where she can star, The heart skips a beat—misfires—when life isn’t up to par. Serrated heartaches and breaks have left deep, jagged scars Inside. Inside. Where negativity is a squatter, fighting for free living space, And my thoughts are Olympic runners in a never-ending race. Emotions play a predator’s … Continue reading Inside →

In the neighborhood where I grew up, we all had two identities. There was the one the streets gave you—the nicknames, the "Lil's," the aliases that felt like armor. Then there was the one on your birth certificate. We called it your "Government Name." Most of the time, hearing that full name meant you were … Continue reading The Power of a “Government Name”: How Three Syllables Can Save a Life →

Darkness is a liar; it tells you the room has changed. But the switch is where it’s always been— pinned between your faith and your memory. You are not lost. You are just fumbling until your hand remembers exactly where the Light resides.

Lord, keep me different,‘cause I already tried normaland honestly…It was exhausting. Keep me laughing at the wrong times(not too wrong, I still want friends),tripping over my own feetbut calling it choreography. When everyone zigzags,keep me confidently zigging,even if I forget why I started zigginghalfway through. Keep my weird thoughts weird,my jokes slightly delayed,and my personalitya … Continue reading Lord Keep Me Different →