My couch has become my resting place.
On any given day I close my eyes to find peace.
Suicide on my left.
Murder on my right.
The tears of a young woman who’s been beaten down by the man she holds dear.
Tears fall.
I breathe slowly.
I want to ask why but I don’t.
The hearts of people are deceitfully wicked.
I know this yet it breaks my own heart.
On any given day in my life; pain, heartbreak, and mental strain and stress along with personal trauma can appear. However, I hear my God say “I love you” and my heart begins to rest.
My God has been my comfort and my pen has been a close friend.
Love,
Black Mama
The Travel Babe 