Herstory

spilled: 3.7.2011


i find ease in my own words
my own heart telling me i love me
that i will be ok
that i am ok
that i am more than ok
that i am ungrateful

it's a gift God has given to me
one that cannot be described
that one may find guidance from one self, but another version of the self

maybe my past is wiser than my future, for it always knows the right thing to say.

my past comforts me without knowing nor intending.

my past is great. strong. wise.

shouldnt one only grow with time?
maybe im a melting ice cube
taking up more area, but less space
volume
of my voice
is muted
my mind's words are on blast
all i hear are inaudible therapy sessions
my heart is yearning for love
i dont know what kind of love
not love in a man
not love in a friend
i think i need to rediscover my love of God
i need to dig deep
i need to think of all the amazing and incomprehensible things He has done and given to me
i need, above all, to be grateful, faithful, and content






spilled: 3.7.2011
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