I saw this and wanted to share it. Hope it actually pulls up for you guys!
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@HereWithDeanna Nice! 🤗🤗🤗 {{{hugs}}}
Nice
I also have some poems
How am I? Who am I? -Jeremiah Rafferty
Am I what I’m going through, what I do, or my character? Maybe a bit of all three, plus divinity and what he says about me Blood flows from my body because I’ve banished me… Closed away so no one sees humanity and need Determined I’m too much and draining Emptied, I continue to pour for everybody Fearing what they’d say if I asked somebody to fill me Good grief. God please send me people to embrace me Holy children, please. help me. Hug me. Hold me... show me you want me. That you’re here with me. Here for me In this ocean of indisputable agony I’ve felt many things… Jaded, depressed, touch deprived, emotional death. Kegs of kings’ couldn’t kill my kaleidoscope of thoughts, wants, and needs overwhelming me. Loved, lovely, and loving I know I am. affectionate, and touchy but afraid to show it. My heart loves helping more than money Now that’s quite the shift in tone you may think. From pain and despair to beautiful identity. One negates the other not: they exist in unison. Porcelain mask on my face that’s suffocating me must break. Pain and bleeding will proceed with healing in me from community Questions have been asked on how I fix this to Abba. The response: come at it with the opposite spirit. Just do something. Rhyme of relentless self discovery and depression has tired me Xeric is my heart when I put up facades Tears trapped behind floodgates clog my train of thoughts Unless I upset reality as I know it, sharing unadulterated truth. Voracious hunger will be satisfied. Value will be validated Who I am is not what I’m going through Quiet my spirit is not, it quarrels with my mind Yearning for who I am to be seen, for my masking to yield and be beheaded Zenith of my life: when my zeal for myself leads me to deeper intimacy with God and sibling