I write to defend against sin we daily live in.
Negativity is sticky —
like a hot, humid day.
It can drag you down and away.
It can drag you into the mountain’s
valleys — an endless “there.”
The farther down the thicker the air.
I write encouragement for courage to sin again.
It will happen. But a different outlook changes the perspective.
Objective. Consider what subject can change direct.
Forgiveness does reflect
from a painful, slow death.
I write to create something beautiful.
Something beautiful, to remember
that such possibilities do exist.
Even when doubt fills your lips.
Even when pins prick your resting nerves —
you get what you deserve.
How can you resist?
Distant death’s a miss.
You’ve escape the bondage.
I write to release — make a cure from a disease.
Personal glory and freedom.
Belief undone from one.
Your consciousness — just be them.
Creation stems to everyone.
If we all would be connected — un-objected,
continuously adjusting and redirecting,
our goals form a beautiful image.
Each piece placed together — a perfect fit.
I write to connect, reflect, and redirect.
It’s a piece of me I share because it’s meant to hear.
Sometimes, just for me, but sometimes, I touch a heart.
The chance to heal. I hold dear.
And that reason is a start.