the pages are getting thicker, seeing that this is something bigger; I refuse to exaggerate, I just can’t help but to contemplate.
chaperoning every move of another, I thank God for a powerful, and thoughtful mother; strong-minded whenever I should, doing all and more than I ever could.
I’m recognizing where the good is hidden it’s being honest, without the fibbing! what more could I say to better explain? i’m doing my best to maintain.
always making sure I am alert, and I am sane always…
subjected to only love, nurturing my heart only with positivity; finding peace and constant tranquility. putting together things anew, discovering creativity in more ways than two.
I usher my intuition, to manage stable premonitions – I’m making many changes, and I’m doing it at close range….
give me a royal blue sky, where the sunshine isn’t deprived; accommodating the opportunity to truly survive. show me a world undivided, that it’s possible to begin with love… we have it in us, we just got to apply it.
working on myself daily, I have no other story lately; I should always be enough, without it always being tough.
liberating my mind often, especially when needed, so when I’m inspired, I do my best to receive it.
window shopping my own rewards, for when I receive them, it’ll be adored; creating obligations that’ll be purposeful, and the way I’ll do it will not be subtle.
I’m long winded, mentally that is – It’s why do my best to condense the thoughts I shouldn’t be revisiting.
sheltering my heart from pain that could rip it apart; I’m really trying to shift my focus elsewhere, sometimes I don’t want to be bare after the very start.
I will flourish like a planted seed in the ground, I will grow and engage until my mind is truly sound.
moving very slow, with no where really to go; though, I am excited, anything can happen and I’m delighted!
spending momentums of amount of time, with what I genuinely call mine; more than a woman in my prime, I am a creation from God’s design.
focusing, using tunnel vision, making sure I remain whole, without division
doing my best gracefully, being me has always worked perfectly; they’re flaws to you, and gift to me, and I will always embrace it, in it’s entirety.
laying down my own failures, to replenish the joy in knowing that I’ll always receive favor; resetting who I am, making tweaks to stuff that should be on the lam.
my emotions can be overwhelming, but I don’t sit around dwelling; all we can do is try, and when I’ve done my best, I may still cry, then digress.
I am a euphoric person, and I doubt you’ll find any other version, and that’s for certain…
I’ve been looking for better ways to approach things.
taking old habits, and cutting its strings.
I am pronouncing grace and favor over my life.
without any fussing or petty fights.
I am forgiving, for my own sake.
wanting more in life, than to just be awake.
taking a glimpse into my future, yearning for what’s in it, not later but sooner.
taking caution to any blind triggers, by treating its outcome as a simple figure.
being honest with the way life may’ve been, allowing education and guidance to lead me over and over again.
for myself I suggest peaceful practices, so my being is balanced above all averages..
give me a wealthy amount of plunder; rescue my soul and spirit, even when there’s thunder.
sooth my mental state with courageous advice; elaborate on your emotions, and please be precise.
shelter my straying mind with reassuring affirmations; supply all my needs without a debated conversation.
I’m a love who needs reciprocation; shadow my nightmares with dreams of admiration.
descendants from one individual
Meriam-Webster
your actions, attitude, and train of thought, was first conceived within your childhood; without offending your competence in maturity, I’ll explain before I am misunderstood.
seriously, why do triggers that exist? maybe, we watch and observed so much as an adolescent; where do it all start? the rebellion, and rude remarks…
steady trying to wrap my mind around the thought of another’s trauma… I’m wondering if this is why we, at times, don’t receive a bequest of love, but drama…
what’s your background? not your resume, but the one you work hard at when no ones around; the things that if you told, would bring you down and frown; the generational inequities we were forced to shut-up about, so you don’t make a sound…
what negatives resulted in a positive? take me down the road you took, that gave you strength to forgive.
brighten my day with sunshine; not a cloud in sight, when you say, “you’re mine.” hug me with warmth that feels like spring weather; allowing your choice to be with me, as light as a feather.
fellowship with me, let’s plant a new seed, allowing life in inevitably; pressure me with kindness; place flattery on me, make me feel timeless. know I am the one without any rigged tests.
open my eyes with love and intimacy, please don’t feel you could deceive or manipulate me; close my mind with undivided attention, make me smile whenever you are mentioned…
I’m amused at the things I choose to love, and stress about; mindlessly naïve to what I should’ve given doubt. I’m frazzled with thoughts I’ve constantly brainstormed; coming to an understanding that there’s a certain way to perform.
I am moving very steady; making preparations to be ready. whatever may come, I want to fully be whole for my blessing; my first reaction will be to many, quite an impression. I’ve been working on changeable flaws; I don’t bother listing them, it would sound like a drawn out clause.
I truly want to be a better person daily; given with support I hold tight to, can only be family. What’s insane, is they’re worst than strangers; though, it’s safe to say at least we can understand each others anger…
I realized that I have an unspeakable amount of strength; getting to a point where I am standing on what I meant. There’s a lot of energy used to manage my temperament. I’m befuddled with the way I’m often treated; no matter what though, I’ll do my best to be obedient.
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