•Savior•
not one person on this earth
is worth my peace
my peace
is a precious jewel of mine
that cannot be bought, taken
or neglected for something "more important"
i've cried many nights
prayed many days
for it to be restored
at one point i didn't have it, yes
but don't think u gon come up in here and take it again
my peace is mine
and the only person i talk to about it
is God
bc she is the only person that can give it to me
the only person that understands
the feeling of not feeling at home in your own body
mmmmm *shakes head*
my spirit has left me time and time again
from crying and begging to feel at home
my body wasn't my temple
my body was my hiding place
from all my fears, and worries
but mostly, from my depression
she heard me
my weeps as loud as the the crickets outside
i only cry at night
from that point on, i started digging
digging for a better piece of me that i knew was there
there all along
my eyesight was just blocked with the darkness
and my weakness of not wanting to get better
digging took time
cause i had a lot of unsolved problems
but sooner than later
i saw a sparkle of gold
gold belonging to my treasure chest
of peace and contentment
i digged a lil deeper and finally got a hold of it
i had my hands on my peace
mmmm, the feeling felt so good
peaceful
calm
Undisturbed
mine
so no
u will not be able to walk in my life and think u about to fuck shit up
bc i worked for it !!
me !
and nobody on this earth is gon take it
from me
YOU ARE READING
Morgan's POV
PoetryA peek inside my mind of what I go through but never say out loud. This is the closest my poems will go out to the world but this is a small step in the right direction. I hope you like it here. 🌷
