I don't know what I love about candles .
Maybe because they're artistic without effort.
I really don't know why I have a penchant for gazing at their illumination.
As flames tingle
I knew I should leave my diaries at home
And take abroad my ingle .
But finding myself shortened the process of planning the break through
I didn't have to find the lost pieces of me anymore
It happened automatically when I called on his name
He took my burdens my sins and my shame
When me circumstances and enemies have refused to take the blame
Of my illness harm and heartbreak which had no proofs to claim
And all the days felt the same
And all the nights were the threatening unconscious game
But I was delivered in Jesus name
The morning lights are heavenly declaring God's glory
And the work of his hands is what the nighty galaxies proclaim
For He's close to the broken-hearted as He binds up their wounds.
He anoints my head with oil; my cup overflows and my soul blooms.
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THE BIG LITTLE BOOK
Poetry#1 slam #1 poet Semi diary semi poetry type of books. God can meet you in your rock bottom as well as on the top of your little mountain . In this book I talk about my mental health and how i overcame depression anxiety food disorders and addiction...
