Are you willing to move your thoughts in a positive direction? What would that feel like?
I know it's past midnight, but I don't care, I haven't gone to bed yet: it's still transgender awareness day!
This is actually a really sad and serious topic because it honors those who have died or have been murdered for being transgender. -
I know this is an author account, but I have a few reasons for posting this.
1) Transgender awareness is very important
2) This is a little reminder that representation means a lot to readers and is very important too
I have more reasons but those are the most important two
❝ I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal.
I was a survivor, and I was strong.
I would not be weak, or helpless again.
I would not, could not be broken. ❞
— A Court of Mist and Fury 🥀
The process does not have to be difficult if you have the right tools!
WHEN GOD FEELS SILENT IN THE PAIN: “We may never know why some prayers go unanswered and some miracles stay dormant. The questions will still dance and the doubts may still flicker. But here’s what we see when we read of Jesus’ love wrapped up in the moment between Jesus and Lazarus’ family: His perceived silence when prayers go unanswered do not fall on deaf ears. When our deepest desires are not given, it’s not because he does not care or does not see. When our hearts are ripped into pieces and the pain is real and visceral and raw and alive, it does not mean He is not there.
His heart still beating close to ours, his eyes wet with compassion- He meets us. Perhaps not in the way we want, but always in the way that we need.” #linkinbio
Only humility, facing the very monsters we dread, can free us from the bondage we allow ourselves to be confined to.
I’ve spent my whole life stuck to the ground.
Like the sky was a limit not reachable
Not readable or receivable.
I’ve spent my whole life velcro stitched to generational curses.
Duct taped down to anger and aggression, to misguided self expression.
True feelings tucked deep down in the crevices of my poetry verses.
Shovel dig deep buried in notebooks never to be seen or heard or uttered.
For the fear of being looked at like I was ridiculous, rather hide it all trying to be inconspicuous.
I’ve spent my whole life gasping for air stuck beneath grief.
Pinned in between dirt and gravel.
Like the judge banged his gavel and handed down this sentence for centuries.
Yet somehow I broke free.
Doused my heart from the flames.
Extinguished the pain.
No longer an active participant in the game called blame, the key to the curses’ chain.
My whole life I’ve been stuck to the ground.
Thank God I found the clouds.
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