Walking through life one heal click at a time
allowing my mind to travel ahead of me,
hunting for lessons of wisdom.
I keep my head down sometimes to keep from tripping over the uneven pavement,
bumping into the stop sign at the corner.
And yes it’s true, I do still love her.
But I’m new now! Embracing my body and feeling my worth
with just enough love to give birth to serenity
despite all the shit I got to do.
Consciously uplifting psyche to get through the days news.
Jogging just a bit to pick up the pace
and I still can’t get there fast enough.
My heart knows my mind all to well and it’s calling my bluff
so I take 2 puffs and watch my troubles pillow float away.
With nothing left behind but Me
Wrapped up in Divinity and feeling the closeness of omnipotence.
I put God first and She revealed to me what love truly meant.
Not romance or slow jams to hum to.
Only the wind quest-steady around me,
aware of the realities that I succumb to.
I live my life inside of my shoes.
And while some call me near and others crazy,
I remain in the middle with some serious decisions to make.
I breathe deeply and take 2 more,
just to make sure that I transcend higher than this;
higher than wanting to be kissed by those who don’t matter.
Avoiding the noise of a heart once again, shattered.
But honestly, the clicking that I hear from the pump to the pavement
sounds much more promising than a rushed engagement to you,
or anyone else for that matter.
And if I had to choose between the 2,
I would choose the latter because Victory is closer here.
And no longer will I allow life to drive me into a brick wall.
Although sometimes my voice resonates with moans of fatigue,
nothing is greater than preserving myself for longevity
and I know this.
A lot to do with friends telling you to take one day at a time,
just to look up and see that I’ve fallen behind?
No, I refuse. Move, that’s what I do.
Traveling in haste
I’m in a rush to make it to a new space.
A change of scenery.
A place where the sun can’t tell time
and the milk of my bosom feeds the minds of those who have thirst.
Where green really does grow on trees legally
and I can carry this earth in my purse.
My eyes are big in this place of awesomeness
Indulging in sweet sexual bliss and a kiss on the cheek
with dream catchers hanging above my bed so the past won’t bother me.
Money is nonexistent because wealth is always inside of me.
And this is a space where my favorite song plays.
Where my father establishes our history
and my mother decides to bless me no matter who I choose to fuck.
Girl, boy, mythical creature, whomever fills my cup.
But for right now I drive with caution through stormy weather
or at least the aftermath.
Because whoever said
a heart’s wisdom was a few short miles away?
Whomever promised a laugh?