12/15/2025
You can’t want to save something while simultaneously destroying it.
You either soften and build,
or harden and steal.
You can’t play both of these fields
if Trust was the deal.
Patience is the appeal
to show that this time
it is the real deal.
Guards go up
when you’ve been tethering
to unspoken reprimanding,
always planning
how to not disrupt the comfort of another’s discomfort.
Walking on these eggshell peels,
cracking in silence,
showing the places needing to heal.
And maybe, in order to do that,
we must take our focus off the other,
put it back under the cover
to uncover
what's been hiding all along.
You’re not seeing the imprint
Which builds another within it,
worlds upon worlds
while you try to defend it.
How can we repent it?
Where the accused become the accuser…
The enslaved become the slaves
by the unrealized, untapped power
Always living those old prison ways,
staying in that cage,
guarding another in your politics of thought.
Every plot builds another plot.
Once I rake these leaves,
you’ll understand the unmet need,
now burning this dried-out pile to its ashes.
Save yourself from your own actions;
sometimes that takes showing the inaction
of a warning repeated…
Continuously defeated,
watching the cries stream at a steady pace,
Dead eyes
peeling off a face
of ones who became what is before them,
It lives in the blood that explores them.
Keeps screaming and pleading
to stop scorning the needing.
Can’t even see who had your back
before you even had your own?
Take that for granted,
without the realizations
you left them all alone
to defend the unknown.
It should never
have been done alone.
If it was two
Why they’ve turned them to Stone
You took the inside of them
and made it your home,
kicked them out,
let them feel that drought,
all in their own forgiveness,
THE HEART IS A WITNESS
Every tear that fell,
praying for some help,
just for
your health, your mind, your spirit
was a call to God.
So you can’t step on this heart
not one more day.
I know it’s uncomfortable
what these boundaries will say.
You can’t see it
and not respect the part
or support the art
it’s played in the making
of breaking
all that was forsaking
what was taking
and breaking
you.
I was made this way,
conditioned
by an exchange.
You want it back?
But
Rome wasn’t built in a day…
It takes time, perseverance, faith,
love, and grace.
And if that was extended to you,
you should learn how to extend that too.
Those who have received this,
it’s now your time to be this,
Realizing its not going to be given to the one
who gives it to the one
who’s needed it all along,
Poured themselves out,
not realizing reciprocity
never existed.
It only insisted
on gripping something that was losing its grip.
Compass-KeyRachel Adams
