Glory is Her Name
The glory came when she learned that goodbye is sweeter than hello!
She embraced “it”for the last time....
it being everything that glamorized what her life was supposed to look like in order for others to be approving. Afraid to color outside the lines for fear of the friends and family she’d be losing. She held on just as hard as she could let go of it...releasing over and over until she felt free of it.
Free from dictated decisions that were never hers for the choosing...she swallowed her pride and choked on her dreams...seeking to be understood while waiting to exhale...accepting more bullshit than her ugly truths could tell.
She be the writing on the wall stitched from the finger of God...she bruised not broken so she’s tattooed...peace be the fruit that grew from her roots of pain ...woman is what you call her, but Glory is her name! Glory!
She was sheltered instead of educated on the realities of adulting...she feeling the weight of insecurities and searching for her own voice...crucified by relationships that never served her soul...she lacking the confidence to walk away and still feel whole.
Unsettling to know that she questioned her own worth...confidence was not always her friend- confusion was first. And shame whispered “your mistakes will follow you and not everyone is forgiving”...she struggled to find the balance of hula hooping in the sun while dancing in the rain...as though she had a reason to dance at all...and she did once resilience called her name
Glory!!! She be the writing on the wall stitched from the finger of God...she bruised not broken so she’s tattooed...peace be the fruit that grew from her roots of pain ...woman is what you call her, but Glory is her name! Glory!