My Own Version Of Brave

I’ve always been
my own version of brave.

Although in my eyes,
I’ve swallowed
nothing but fear.

I’ve lived a crippled life.
Held back by those invisible bars.

Double-Edged Sword

I never did succeed
in fitting in,
no matter how hard I tried.

Though the road is broad and inviting,
open 24/7.

I was never able to fit in
like the amazing puzzle piece
I thought I was meant to be.

I was never the right fit,
even when I met
all of the right criterias

Wasted Fear

You won’t do this.
You won’t do that.
You won’t go there.
You won’t speak up.
You shut down.
You live in a box.
Yet nothing bad happens.
Life continues on.

Still Loving

I love my family.
And it serves me well
to see them all making strides.
I hold no grudges against anyone
even though I cannot undo time
and all of the hateful experiences;
I wouldn’t trade my journey
for the greener looking grass.


I’m either stuck
in the past with memories
or racing
towards the future with worries.
Never really living,
just barely existing…
Forgetting to simply live today.
Life wasting away in a haste.


Occasionally, I need to look back
(at my past)
but not constantly.
I’m not going that way.

Deceitful Heart

The heart is deceitful
above all things,
and desperately wicked:
who can know it? -Jeremiah 17:9

Lord, help me
to follow You
all the way home.
I don’t need anymore distractions.
My emotions have stirred me
down the wrong path
more times
than I care to remember.

Abortion Is Murder

Abortion is murder.
There’s no pretty way
to paint that picture.

There’s a baby,
a human being,
growing inside your body.

Abortion is a sin
and committing murder is a sin.
There’s no way around the hard truth.
Take it or leave it.

The regret is indescribable;
it might’ve felt like a relief
but that feeling is just temporary.

I wouldn’t dare make that mistake again.
I wouldn’t even let it cross my mind.
It’s not worth my mental health.
Abortion is a lie.

Addicted To Porn

At one point in my life,
I became addicted to porn.

I wanted to understand
what the fuss was all about
but the filth consumed my time;
too much of it.

I wanted to please him
and keep him interested in me
but the filth polluted my mind.

God has delivered me.
It’s truly an addicting fantasy.
I couldn’t get away from it on my own.

Reeled In

I could be lost
somewhere untouchable by man
but somewhere deep down
in the darkness of my confusion
and man-made inflicting wounds,
I wanted to be saved
from myself above all others.

I didn’t want to end up
in the lost and found bin
people often forget really do exist;
in the last place
people actually don’t
look for lost things.

Though I was not a thing,
just a person
often classified
as something unlovable.
Tossed to the side
and left to die
by my own hands
had I leaped
at the many opportunities
represented before me,
so nicely wrapped,
to soar free
from my temporary situations.

The places I’ve been,
the things I’ve seen,
the things I’ve done…
Only the blood
of the Lord Jesus Christ
could’ve reeled me in
from my destined route
of destruction.