Where I Stand

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.