Translucent
The deepest crevices of ourselves are often the hardest to define.
Do we blend in, or do we stand out?
Where is the sweet spot, that fine line,
between speaking too much, or too little,
without having a doubt?
As you walk into a room, your insides shake and shutter.
The perceived thoughts of others placing your mind into a gutter.
What do they matter anyway?
It’s not like God wants you to pay any mind to what they say.
But still, the psyche makes someone’s “maybe thought” the determinant of your day.
It’s good to write about it, to force it out of the way.
Writing is my favorite form of therapy any old day.
The deepest crevices of ourselves are often the hardest to define.
I determine what thoughts I give a breath of air to.
The innermost part of me is clinging to blessings Jesus gave to me;
forever thankful for Him, and for Him, there’s so much to do.
