So many women (myself include) often fall under the terrible trap of giving the (passing) men in our lives too much credit
No man has built anything for you, darling, the battles, the suffering, the relentless journey laid ahead of us is one we'll march all on our own
It is a blessing when God sends a man with the understanding of the seasons by his side; one who admires the cross & fights we go through without rushing to claim the gold underneath
It is such a frightening thing to hold your voice in your hands & stand tall against it all
We are so ridiculously drugged with the discolored misconceptions of love that we accept, endure & allow to be slapped down & over with any awful gloom clouding our better judgement - disguised as love
The truth is that shimmering light shining in the depth of darkness; the labor & hard work is all you, the dry place to water is also yours to do
Do not settle for the painting-over done by beastly men, the garden clothed in that early morning is the inner peace you'll learn to nourish
Love is feasted upon so many undeserving tongues, but that generous blue sky no matter the hidden ruins always awakes to be swept over by the hopeful sun.
No man has built anything for you, darling, the battles, the suffering, the relentless journey laid ahead of us is one we'll march all on our own
It is a blessing when God sends a man with the understanding of the seasons by his side; one who admires the cross & fights we go through without rushing to claim the gold underneath
It is such a frightening thing to hold your voice in your hands & stand tall against it all
We are so ridiculously drugged with the discolored misconceptions of love that we accept, endure & allow to be slapped down & over with any awful gloom clouding our better judgement - disguised as love
The truth is that shimmering light shining in the depth of darkness; the labor & hard work is all you, the dry place to water is also yours to do
Do not settle for the painting-over done by beastly men, the garden clothed in that early morning is the inner peace you'll learn to nourish
Love is feasted upon so many undeserving tongues, but that generous blue sky no matter the hidden ruins always awakes to be swept over by the hopeful sun.
No comments:
Post a Comment