Friday Flow 1/8/21

January 1, 2021- A New Year and 3 New Peaks of the East

My first flow of 2021- the year I rise.

I have a lot of feelings about this year. Maybe it’s because as the world battles change as a collective, I know that I must first fight my way through the dark forest in front of me before I break free to the trails of freedom.

And so I’ll kick off with words that move from my head to my eyes while connecting my heart. The creator in me feels like it’s the best way to start.

These days, life is a struggle with what I believe to see — the chaos of the world causes my heart to bleed. My dreams clash with daemons, and I find myself lost in the fog of war. No answers in sight; will my words be the pill to make everything all right?

Imagine that, everything all right?
Who am I kidding? My words are the
answers to another fight.

I am running a race with no finish line.
There are worse things, I suppose. So
I surrender, how divine.

My words work twice as hard but only
seem to get so far. Decades of
fighting the wrong war.

Lost between worlds, stillness
sets me free. Fear turns to
words that only my heart can bleed.