position of pursuit

there are some words that must be said,
the easy. the simple. the small.
they are the mortar
that hold together the days apart,
the bridge across the expanse of absence.
even hours don’t compare
to the  moments shared
just to say… hello.

aspirations

I feel at odds with myself; the things I want are muddled among the many possibilities. Everything I’ve worked for lies before me daunting and inevitable. Perhaps this is just the way it feels when you come to realization that your life is actually taking shape. It is almost as if the responsibility of making something of myself has transformed to the responsibility of upholding the life I am in. The fact that everything I have ever accomplished has been by the grace of God keeps me on my toes. I am ready for anything i have to do, completely dedicated to the purpose that is set before me. The part that frightens me is the things that I may have to give up or forego for the sake of my future. I am not so naive to think that all I desire will come without sacrifice.

I want to make an impact with everything I do. I want my career, my lifestyle, my choices, to impact the lives of those around me in only positive ways. I want to be a woman of influence and esteem. I want the best and most of everything: of God, of Family, of Love and of Life. I want to break the bold of what success is, not allowing it to be defined by profit or assets, but by the blessing and fruitfulness I see in my life and the lives around me. I want the favor of God and of my family and friends, knowing I put them first. If I can accomplish that, then the respect of everyone else will inevitably pour out. I want to live life as I always have: fearlessly and faithfully. I want be unprecedented and uninhibited. That is my hope and prayer.

untitled

i feel like a stranger to myself,
my thoughts lost, unheeded,
but still wandering around
seeking for fruition.
i am alone in this unknown
with little hope for revelation.

sacrifice

for a possibility, i had already committed my life.
if even for just a moment, nothing i had was mine.
i had faith in myself, the hope of things unseen;
and yet i was left with little to hold
except the vision of what might have been.