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"
Each of us carriesWithin our own membersThe machinery necessaryFor our personal catastrophe;Unrealistic demandsOn the people will love,Self destructive tendenciesStemming from a sense of inadequacyOverweening prideThat sucks everything we loveInto a self-serving vortex.Half the battle of being happyIt seems, is weeding outThe sapplings that have sproutedFrom our own seedsOf discontent.Read more "Seeds of destruction"
Is awkward.Addressing “little things”Long before they grow,Taking steps toward sobrietyLong before the first glass.Breath takingly bad decisionsDon’t often happen spontaneously.Those that fallWere once certainThey never wouldAnd many who promised to always be thereFound themselves walking away.Nipping things in the budIs awkwardBecause the best timeTo deal with weedsIs also the easiest point in timeTo overlook them.Read more "Nipping things in the bud"
Makes plain Some of the complexity Of being human. It’s one thing for another person To know that you have ‘Problems in general’ And quite another for someone To be intimately familiar with your weakness. Perhaps now that you’re vulnerable, People won’t idolize you like you Secretly hoped they would, And your imperfections Won’t be […]Read more "Being Vulnerable"
It turns out monsters are real. And the ones we should be Worried about aren’t the ones You read about on the news, Or the ones we used to imagine Hiding beneath our childhood beds, Or lurking in the shadows Near a haunted house, Or ruling a dictatorship In a foreign land. No, it is […]Read more "Fighting monsters"
Because life can get too much. We seek out distraction To mute the sickening sense of dread Of feeling our hopes and dreams Slip between our fingers Vanish before our very eyes And threaten to descend with us Into a pit of quiet desperation. So we hide behind screens, Alcohol and half hearted relationships, Looking […]Read more "Distraction as medication"
Not much in our emotional lives Is random. Friction adds up And doesn’t go away when you ignore it. Like rust, it slowly builds Into corners of resentment Nooks of bitterness Carving out a private lounge of victimhood. And often it’s the external blow outs That get all the attention- The obviously threatening situations That […]Read more "The thing beneath the thing"