When it happenedShe knew she’d never forget it.When liberty came to find her andCoaxed her out of her chains,Showed her how firmlyHer feet could stand on the ground,How comfortable her own skin could feelHow lovingly the gentle breeze could caress her faceHow high her heart could soar.First time freedomsAre magical.In a momentYou come to know […]Read more "First time freedoms"
Its strangeBut its true.Not every feelingNot every thoughtIs who you really are.Or at least,Who you always have to be.Our mental landscapeIs in part given to usAnd in part made by us-The series of narrativesThat you have become so accustomed toAre not necessarily the whole of who you are.The scenes in your mindDon’t always have to […]Read more "You are not your thoughts"
Isn’t riddled with insecurityScrolling on a screenLooking for meaning,Pining for designer clothesAnd ‘summer bodies’Racing up the corporate ladder,The real youIsn’t exhausting your yearsPlaying catch upCompensating for childhood traumas,Proving people wrong,Building statues in honorOf your coping mechanisms,Holding onto whatever you can find in this lifeFor fear that there’s nothing else,Chasing after more and moreAnd finding less […]Read more "The real you"
Looking in the mirrorGets hard sometimes.Sometimes I get tiredOf being disappointedAt my own reflection,Saddened by the reminderOf my own shortcomings,Done with all the parts of myselfThat exhaust me,Its no secretThat the meanest voiceIn my headIs often my own.It’s a good thing, then,That when my mindIs no longer a safe placeFor me to live,That God is […]Read more "Mirror, Mirror"
He hadn’t realisedThat he’d been using technologyTo medicate his pain.Reaching for his phoneFor a song that would drown outHis quiet desperation,Bingeing TVAs a means of escaping realityOnly to find that he is still himselfWhen the credits roll.His fingers itchedNot for another hand to hold-But a screen to tapAnd pixels to stare at,Subconsciously hoping that maybeThe […]Read more "Itchy Fingers"
Are oddly appealing.They play up too perfectlyTo my fears,They taste like the truthAnd dress themselvesWith great importance,Demanding to be seenAnd savoredIn advance.Somehow playing outThe worst version of eventsIn my mindFeels like good preparationFor the future,Even if those eventsAre largely unlikely.Its uncanny how much easier it isTo trust my own judgementWhen predicting disasterThan it is toTake […]Read more "Worst Case Scenarios"
Freedom never stayed long with her.Struggle came too easilyToo frequentlyA fruit that hung much too low.The struggle alwaysSeemed to be continuing.She repeatedly found herselfAt war with othersAnd nearly every dayAt war with herselfAt war with her wrongsAt war with a worldThat didn’t make sense anymore.Freedom visited herLike a lover in a long distance relationship-Gloriously but […]Read more "Not yet Uhuru"
She knew all alongThat she’d always been headedIn a different direction.That what she was hoping forWas not going to be possible,That who she was hoping to becomeWas beyond her reach.She was irretrievably goingIn a different directionAs her most elegant dreams,No matter how hard she triedShe was powerless to alter Her trajectory.Her life felt like A […]Read more "Different directions"
There’s a reason whyLife is livedIn days andNot yearsWhy victoryOften comes slowlyAnd why most of us aren’t bornWith teeth and facial hair.Life refuses to be rushed,To giddy upTo the gallop of our ambitionNo matter how noble or urgentOur cause may be.Small steps are blessedBecause unlikeLarge, occasional leaps,Small daily exploitsAre always within reachAnd we are much […]Read more "Small steps are blessed"
Is not a magic trick It is more like an elaborate bath That takes place repeatedly Time and again Taking steps towards redemption Learning over and over That self-salvation Is no salvation at all And that the best parts of our existence Are gifts from a gracious God. Pushing down the urges towards Self destruction […]Read more "Walking away from who we once were"