It is April

and the trees are blooming but so are minds.

National Poetry month is one I try to never ignore or neglect because of how much poetry has given me, a sense of sanity, of understanding of myself and others and more importantly it has allowed me to meet God in some of the most intimate ways I could have ever imagined.

For the next 30 days, I will be posting poems both written and verbal, both finished and incomplete—this is the space I be okay with unfinished, with imperfect with raw and unfiltered spilling.

please tread softly.