…rising moons

…have you ever fought to reach the rising moon?

to complete day to find night?

have you ever fought thru the seconds with no one knowing?

i do believe in God, and i always shall; but there is a psychological war for survival that remains silenced-

that no one speaks about- and when we find the courage; we are embraced, then avoided-

oh who will love the diseased mind-

oh who will understand it-

oh who will remind us that we are loved, and worthy enough to see the rising moons that others do-

that even in mental wars, there is a safe space in Christ; and that we were born fully equipped to survive them-

do your thoughts ever scream? mine do. it scares me.

and there’s this little girl inside waiting for her boaz to reach out and save her-

oh… so my femininity can be free-

oh… so i can decorate my wings with splattered paint and bright sprinkles, and see the many rising moons with him-

as this is to the minds that are afraid-

that feel unfairly different-

the ones that fly in their day dreams but cry repeatedly on earth-

and i shall always believe that both can deliver a freedom-

the life and the dream-

and that in Gods love, lies the armor to reach each moon you’ve yet to see-

so stay with me, and know that you are not alone-

depression is real, but God is too-

i am with you, and i love you all.

we’ve got this.

kb 🌸