…1%, at best

Feb 23

Written By kim brown

…ptsd-

my fear for love has fallen into the entrapment of ptsd-

so what now?

where’s that biblical moment where faith overpowers the fear itself?

deep within the deepened depth of my soul, i know it’s there-

but 1%, at best-

simply because God exists-

simply because the purity of his mold is out here, somewhere-

but then there’s the odds of not being the 1%’s type-

so then my 1%, at best; becomes the reality of unwanted realities-

the sexless life my curves do and shall detest- as swapping souls delivers no nourishment for some minds-

so we surrender perfect thoughts of panted breath on wet skin-

so then my 1%, at best; becomes a carefully selected beautiful breed to share my time and laughter with-

ive been leaning towards a cane corso-

at least i won’t be lonely-

at least i won’t be lied to-

ptsd-

my fear for love has fallen into the clutch of ptsd-

so what now?

what does a naturally born dreamer do, who’s now afraid to dream?

a lover of Christ, now fearful in believing that her mold is enough-

as there’s broken, and there’s demolished-

and the ones who’ve only been broken, could never understand the minds of the severed-

but how do we become the state of ‘severed’?

and when did vulnerability lose its grace and beauty?

and when did its sacrifice become unappreciative?

and where are these molds of God?

but even still,

who can find beauty in these uncombed naps, when even i cannot?

and where is the strength to straighten them?

hmmm-

i think ill name him mr hamilton-

my cane corso-

my beautiful soon to be,

cane corso.

…💯