There's an addictive solace that whispers from between the cracks in this trench.
The floor stopped caving beneath me, and since then, I've been wandering the stretch.
The walls hug me cold and comfortable, or maybe they're simply my oldest, loyal friends.

I have lived, learned, and loved, and I have left, lost, and lamented.
I have contemplated the aches of history woven into each contracture's blemish.
I have mastered all the steps and I have memorized this condemning demised premise.

Enemies have worn friendly faces, played dress-up, and spoken with invalidity.
Friends have lifted me up and I've been sitting on the product of their solidity.
Foes have pushed me farther, because what's life without laughing in humble, silent victories?

I used to sit pretty in a catbird seat while leisurely dwelling on trials and travails.
I used to pull back on a good wave and wonder why life depleted my soul, to no avail.
I used to play with fire and get burned, then search for an explanation like Holy Grail.

There's no justification for cruelty of the world, and no vindication in humanity's unkindness.
Hatred, unrighteous anger, and malice are a product of ignorant mindlessness.
Love wins every time—it's a certain type that truly prevails—almost as if it were divineness.

I am saturating in transfigured peace, a new and uplifting kind, joyous and excitedly.
I have relinquished my control freak and choose to trust in His process blindly.
I am rooted in renewal, alive in His Spirit—free from chains that used to bind me.



Sunday 13 April 2025