Poetry
You aren’t alone
non of us
have it all figured
trust me
we are
imperfectly
perfect
messy
all over the place
chasing dreams
hitting walls
getting slapped
with bad experiences
drowned
with shiny objects
you grow numb
but …
FAITH
rescues you
to fight
one more time
this time
wiser
strategy in place
drive with conviction
that you were
always meant
to be The One
who was going
to CRUSH It!
