In the middle of somewhere, on this journey we call life, but still having a place to r.e.s.t.

"Beginnings are scary, Endings are sad, but the middle is what counts."

Thank you for being apart of my middle.....

Comprehension

Through a divine intervention
here you are apart of my life.
No matter how many lefts I make,
God always throws me a right.
To,
remind me of his mercy,
he promised I’d never be alone.
Having so many naps back there
you’re always available to provide a comb.
You are that
entity
that has me
wanting to be
a revolutionary,
always defining me
not through others peoples identity
but through the greatest tendencies
that God has granted me.
You always keep it real with me,
setting the truth inside free,
now I lay me down to sleep,
I prayed for a friend that could be as deep as me.
Never drowning,
knowing how to swim.
Walking without legs
from the pain in their limbs.
Bending over backwards
knowing I will always have a spotter.
People leave skids marks on your heart
but that shit doesn’t matter.
I’m here with my tissue,
writing endless rhymes.
The beginning of our story,
began with this line.
Blinded by separation
too dignified to step out.
Saying, “fuck you” to the bullshit,
because these clouds have come about.
The doubt doesn’t phase me,
like the sky is blue
they can’t change we.
We
be
on
this poetry
flying deep beneath
the boiling point
of what is expected
especially
when these tears melt away
what fears I have.
Girls think they know
so they sit back and laugh.
I laugh back at them
because you have penetrated to a part of joy.
Taking so long to find this,
but you know I got this boy.
Playing with this toy
in this game called life.
Climbing all the ladders
running away from “what might’s
Have” no time for lil’ girl life
because last I checked I was a grown woman.
You stand beside me
because defeating us there’s nothing.
A coalition we’ve created
and I dare anyone to test this bond.
Sharing all of her with you
because this is deeper than any pond,
any lake,
any ocean,
any rivers ,
or streams.
Forever loving God for sending you,
when others faded out of the scene... forgetting the rest
know what I mean?

4 my r.e.s.ting place…

© justice