Grown Folk, Personal, Thought, Writing

My Peace

In my dark moment, his touch brings me peace. During one of my lowest moments, his voice brings me peace. In the midst of feeling less than, his presence brings me peace. With the thought of feeling ashamed, it is him who brings me peace. During this storm, as I don't feel like myself, you… Continue reading My Peace

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The Aftermath

The thought of the intention is still there. The thought of your intention with our kids in the next room, will that ever go away? The thought of your intention to disrespect the mother of our BOYS! As fresh as the thought of your intention is, will the thought ever go away? The thought of… Continue reading The Aftermath