Standing at the shores of my mind; testing the waters of my thoughts.
While waiting for the waves of emotions to draw me in.
I walk further into the sea of my thoughts.
The memory of life’s best shining on my face like a tropical sun kissing my skin.
Embracing the breeze of what once was or what could have been.
Smelling and tasting the saltiness of how it is now and what I fear will become.
I can’t continue living a cycle that gets me nowhere.
Kneeling, in the water, to pray to a God that I know will hear my prayers.
I’m in too deep.
The rip current of my anger is trying to pull me deeper into the sea of despair.
Lord what do I need to do?
I’m fighting to stay afloat.
My instincts are to fight or flight though I’m begging for a life jacket and a boat.
Hear my cry.
It’s almost too late.
Published author that writes free verse, prose, poetry, research and most importantly from the heart. My writing has more of an urban point of view and style. Simply because I am an African American that have seen and experienced things that people of other cultures may never see. Though I'm hoping to share reading material that we all could respect and continue to be open minded about.
I'm a husband, father, business owner of BRAYNE, LLC, a clothing company that promotes positivity by way of fashion, a writer, a student and an electronic engineering test technician. Life is busy but I'm striving to live my dreams with my great family that I love deeply. There are times when I feel like a failure. Then I look at how many times I've fallen just to dust myself off and continue running the race. Now I can look around at my life and see that my "failures" were just locked doors that God wasn't ready to open yet.