When everything became blurry,
You wept with me.
When I could not find the words,
You searched with me.
When pain became my constant meal,
You gave me Bread & Wine.
Your words became the circulation in my veins,
nursing my cracked bones into bravery.
You are an understated comfort.
Only few could ever come to grasp.
Your love is my greatest mystery,
I will always strive to be worthy.
Your Kingdom is my goal.
Your grace is my salvation.
Your company is my favorite city.
- the first Man
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Pen and Paper: Poetry & Prose (2020)
PoetryWords are bullets. Readers are targets. Come all, the loud and the silent! Dive into this merriment. Hi there! This is my collection of poetry & prose divided into three parts: When she hurts When she heals ...
