without guns
without face-hugging bandanas.
i'm struggling to find my voice.
to define myself.
and love what i find, fiercely.
to clear my mind
keep my house clean.
this struggle will not define a people
or unite a nation.
it's just me trying to grow into myself.
a struggle to wean myself from apathy
and reject womb-damaging things
like stagnation
and broken hearts.
allowing time to indulge my fascination with the saints.
a fight to pray like i should
cuss less
take my time
be easy on myself.
i aspire to define my addictions.
to court sensation, passion, fullness and adoration.
to flirt with lust.
a blissful battle.
2 comments:
"a fight to pray like i should
cuss less
take my time
be easy on myself."
but when the struggle is over, that win is the greatest...
Thanks so much for sharing this! For me it speaks of liberation and growth. I definitely dig what you are saying. I have told you before... but I will say it again. I love the way thoughts come across in your posts.:)
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