TPS

Trials, epiphanies, advances and errors.
My mind is made up,
and I won’t be stopped!

Through traveling prayers
I found hallowed grounds.
A refuge from seducing spirits and
harmful thoughts.

A quality body of work
was written line by line.
A healthy routine was fostered
through discipline and time.

I declined invitations
knowing I couldn’t get myself in
and that’s okay,
I have not yet reached my prime.

Temptation mocked me as I struggled.
So, how’s everything working out?
I countered, I’m fine bitch, I’m fine!

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