The storm passed.
The house stood.
And now I’m sweeping the corners,
looking for the last dust bunnies
of a love that tried to rot the foundation.
The deep cleaning is done.
I scrubbed the memory
until it stopped echoing
and started fading.
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With God:
I don’t plead—I walk with.
I don’t beg—I listen.
Solid, steady, sanctified.
No middleman needed.
With My Body:
Strength without strain.
Muscle without ego.
A temple built in truth,
not pain.
With My Heart:
No more triggers—just truth.
No more longing—just learning.
No more false hope—just holy ground.
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I gave what I had.
I saw what it cost.
I kept what was real.
And now I walk forward—
light in my chest,
fire in my step,
dust in my hands.
Because peace isn’t what I waited for.
It’s what I finally claimed.