So much my life Not begging to be seen Has crippled progress And time… Now asking for notice No finding of voice Desires a break Before prime.
See Me
Open Heart
A mess on the path Mine to clean Scrub and sweep Are my means Every move Countless minutes More shambles No way to clean it On my knees Scream and cry No progress for work Or understanding why. Seeking answers With praying demands To which He answered You must clean your hands. With palms and... Continue Reading →
