A little Morning Prayer

Good Morning God,
May my day be filled with thoughts of you
And may your grace transform my life anew
In all I say and all I do
God bless my heart, and others too.
Amen

i wrote this little prayer and taped it to the bottom of my bunk bed so that it's the first thing i see/read when i wake up to remind me of who i am and whose i am.

Carving Scars

Carving scars into my arms

Hearts for those
Love’s been torn
From

Stars for those
Dreaming out
Some

Nearer still
Nearly we’ll

Keep all things
Bound and gagged
Smiles sag
Drowning piles of
Ash

Flames for those
Whose flames are
Spent

Rainbows for those
Whose colors
Bent

Nearer still
Nearly we’ll

Keep all things
Written one by one
Neatly placed
Or jagged traced
Tooth and claw will
Gnash

this one is hard to explain. its one of those u either get or u dont

Strangled Hope

I’m grasping for a thread
Clinging to a strand
Dangling precariously
A grain amidst the sand

Voices screaming in my head
Perhaps a drink will drown them out
Dulling senses
Cleaving doubt

Pin pricked skin
Neatly sliced through
Might distract me
And send me to

A far off place
A distant space
Where I need never see that face
That taunts me as I sleep
And watches me when I wake
Just waiting for my soul to take
My heart to break
My life to shake

There’s a quaking in the way I speak
With cracking calluses on my feet
Drowning in my search for air
The tear rips further still
Until it stops

i wrote this over Christmas break. i was in a pretty dark place but im not there anymore