I had plenty of pajamas

I kept them clean and folded

Brand new in the drawer

I took them out for sleep overs

So no one asked where they were

Every night I dressed my self

In the clothes I planned to wear

Like a security blanket under a security blanket

Though I never knew what for

No matter how much I layered on

I couldn’t stop the horror

Bounding down the steps, the vigor of exertion painted her cheeks leaving the allusion of the steamy upper chambers, surrounding her like a musky diaphanous gown.

I would be careful how you speak to me, you remember what happened to your children, oh that’s right no one does!

When pain insists on persisting, you start to slip into the monotony of emergency.

They all just flow one into two.
It feels like evil’s chasing you!

You are never steps ahead.
You just keep trudging on instead.

The end is always just in sight!
So you heave with all your might!

Somehow it’s always steps away.
Yet you never leave the way.

The journey matters as much as the goal.
Keep refining and jealously guarding your soul.

God does not send evils to try us and forge us into better people. As I frequently say, we are all the makers of our own doom. We can take the bad situations we experience, like all people have the opportunity to do, and grow in knowledge, wisdom, and spirit. (James 1:13–15)

Every feeling every thought
I poured them out and rolled them up

I quilled them in a roll so tight
Grabbed a bottle, Slipped them inside
Stopped the top up right
Ran seaside, tossed it at the tide

So I‘d never have to think
yet one day the glass will break…