Directness; my purpose-my mount; spontaneous regeneration, that is my craft.
Diverse and distant all in the same frame; I remain set apart and unsubsidized; I will not submit.
I will not accept defeat; I will not be dismantled. I believe what I believe and that is in the intangible.
Whole armor, helmet and shield a sword I wield, fighter of the faith. Standing in balance, life in challenge, observing the chaos running rampart; so disrespectful.
Dismantled are my insecurities and dismantled are my thoughts; reconstructed for a higher purpose filled with snippets of what my parents and grandparents taught.
The cornerstone in my pocket and discerning the tone…devil I see you for what you are. Jealous and scared- roaming to and fro- where you end up everyone already knows.
You attacked from with in, using family and friends; how ugly...so low. I rose and stood supported by what ever I found good, and now I stand in God’s grace.
I will not live in fear; I will not be dismantled. I know that my redeemer lives. I know that eternity is tangible. I am now created clean. Intact are all my seams.
I was not made to suffer. I was made to thrive. This is my purpose, to teach the world to spit in your eyes.
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