The Grief Plate - Poetry on a Tuesday Morning

There are So many tears I have cried. 

Some for myself, numerous for lost loved ones.

I set past versions of myself on my grief plate.

I release clouded versions of who I used to be. 

Satan was trying to hold onto me.

I stood FIRM with the belt of truth, fastened around my waist.

Satan doesn't have a future.

I Do. 

Tears will pour down your cheeks.

You will feel a squeeze as if Jesus himself defibrillated your heart.

Honor yourself and continue to seek his light.

You were once darkness but now you are light in connection with the Lord.

Now, let that sink in.