So I worked with my girlfriend on a 7 day poetry project, at the start of a new day she sent me a new word and I wrote a poem based on the word and submitting them without edits.
the nights i get down to pray,
i surrender to God my desires
and through his word I find
guidance to do things with purpose,
and through it i realize that very thing,
what is for me, and then
what i must overcome in order to be.
I cry and accept my reality sometimes
to love, learn, and contribute to humanity
and the tears wash doubt, bias, or any type of facade that may interfere with the waves
that my truths make, i aim to communicate
at frequencies elevated,
giving to a world thats synonymous with dangerous, but it’s slow and progressive with the changes.
the mornings i pray
i thank God for a fresh start
a reset of sorts and good breakfast
is the best part, during which
i plot our how i’ll manage the day
and at which point i’ll take a break,
but in it nostalgia sets, of the place
where I last slept, I enjoy rest,
but see more in ascribing actions
to the things I profess, because
ten years from today, in the mirror
I want to recognize the man
ive grown to be, but that truth could only live
of i keep my God and Faith in front of me.