I lay me down to rise better than I’ve ever been.
I take myself off, then take myself on…determined to win.
I don’t want to be reduced by who I was, or what you heard.
Trying to act like it doesn’t matter but I secretly cling to every word…
Every word spoken in malice, in hate, in disdain…they hurt.
Make me think about all the things I’ve just accepted, as opposed to what I really deserve.
I lay me down and pick up true worth.
It’s got weight, but releases me to fly…free as a bird.
I pray for the wisdom not to take flight for granted.
I want, instead, to appreciate it for getting me to a place where I can be purposefully planted.
A sown seed on extremely fertile ground…
A harvest of blessings shall absolutely abound.
Timely, intended…waiting to be found…
Outside of the place where I decided to lay me down.
*Recognize your seasons of transition and growth. Some things in you have to decrease, in order for others to increase. Respect that.
Good night, loves.