Bout time
I pray with water in my hands
just in case-
Bout time I see
a future designed
congruent with me.
So you can have my father’s plantation
you can have watch night,
my house coat and every measure of fabricated cotton.
Bout time, I’d be moving on
Krissy Mosley Ministries 
8 responses to “Leaving”
Can a poem be vaguely ominous and hopeful at the same time? This one is!
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thank you kindly Loristrawn many blessings to you 😉
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These are the lines that made me stop and pause: “congruent with me” and “every measure of fabricated cotton.” I feel it viscerally, as if to say, I’m done being what I’m expected to be. Don’t plan to stay in the mold of what others might fabricate or engineer for my life. Yes!
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Yes indeed , that’s what I’m feeling blessings to you loves 😉
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Perfect with the picture. Somehow I don’t want her to let go of watch night.
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awe yes – understood 😉 Happy Weekend to you- blessings, Maren with care Krissy
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“I pray with water in my hands”… beautiful.
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thank you kindly marriedtotheink 😉
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