she sees how it can be easy
to flee from God’s company.
in the midst of arguments there’s rifts
and violent shifts that causes ungodly.
her mother liked feeding a weed
that breaks out the idea to make her bleed.
that’s why she wants to be removed so badly.
anger, madder, and sadder
are the themes in her mean scene
as her mother’s company.
her mother walks a talk that brings stings.
her mother will never understand your ways.
This is very hard for me as the she for her he.
All she wanted was to breathe
with ease in a healthy space and relief.
she has a lot of why’s.
she had too many goodbye’s.
she has a lot of lies like
that replay and decay’s in her mind.
with her he that made her feel unworthy.
she has a lot of crying inside.
triggering violence is the allegiance
of her mother’s alliance to brokenness.
she hears about a man that isn’t in her space.
she cried about a man that gave her tears
for years and fed the gear of hidden fears.
she’s walking a journey of ‘cultural’ disgrace.
God is using her faith
to be His Face in this space.
she still believes regardless what she sees.
she stopped judging when the subject
became a land of personal quicksand.
rock bottom is a matter of perspective.
what’s the top?
what’s the cost?
what can’t be lost?
is it worth selling a soul
to never grow old coldly not boldly
even if the sting of lonely doesn’t leave?
is it worth sitting with the enemy
in misery to choose delusions
for humanistic diluted conclusions?
the enemy feeds the eluded toxicity
that salvation is a convolution human’s
don’t need by weeds of internal bleeds.
she saw the out and took the chance to
separate herself from her poison prism family.
her mother wasn’t expecting
the switch from her tricks
being blocked by her halted stopwatch.
her mother can’t control the patrol
her way in this broken decay after today.
she’s got instinctive survival skills
that she didn’t think consumed her.
seeing the set up of a woman’s shelter
stirred a desire to one day lead them higher.
healthy choices need healthy consumption.
vending machines are unhealthy and mean.
discerning is learning and women
need empowerment for deliverance.
the circumference of brokenness
is an inadequate attraction.
it disturbs me that there’s comfort
in women around me that feed permanent
in a situation that should be seen as temporary.
she’s a deposit of empathetic emotions
for humans that don’t want
to feel their reels and peels.
she is quick to walk away
and slow to discern to stay.
walking away is an adrenaline rush
that makes her tune out what needs attention.
she surrenders it all to be better
and conquer this pitfall for scales to fail.
it hurts enough, and she’s learning to prevail.
she walked away without discerning on
her he in the summer of twenty-fifteen.
she walked away without discerning today.
the woman’s shelter is a savage decay
of chaotic, toxic, and robotic dismays.
she sees it is not okay to always walk away.
it hurts enough to finally fully oblige to obey.
tomorrow she will see where her feet will meet.
she’s thankful for her King and upcoming
opportunities to be set free, despite the scene.
she rises with supernatural eyes.
she can’t go back to her family.
her decisions are incisions to her he.
if she moves forward he will see.
her father clings to her
like the church clings to him.
her mother is manipulative.
like greeneye demise lies to him.
she cannot grieve the Holy Spirit.
she has to keep moving forward
for her future household and purpose.
she keeps letting go, then he will too.
their exalted and unsalted will continue.
she keeps discerning, then he will too.
God says they’re blue times two.