Time

Five Things, I would say to my grandmother:
One, Your smile reflects love from the sun
The moon feels neglected and
Two, Somewhere between the
bowing field of wheat and the boastful tree trunk
You are beautiful, beautiful brown
Three, Like the plight of a leaf love sailed in your wind so that I, might, live.
With the strength of the Earth you bore refreshing stress
Through the bows of your legs
From the anticipation of your stomach
Butterflies and cravings
With the assurance of your heart both beating and feeling
Your smile says "I am sure"
Four, In your arms I am home
Spread to me wide as horizons
My nest from which I must take flight and
Five, Your love;
Makes my chest feel warm and opened like,
Embracing me is their sole purpose
Like loving you I know there is a God

- Sade' Miller

Most nights, most dreams, most nightmares are, trippy,  psychedelic, heart jerking, arousing, breath taking, depressing , intense, too much, too real... Most nights I'm not able to sleep through the entire night. I worry. I worry about life and death. My life. My loved ones death. Hell. I worry about hell a lot. I worry that I'm not good enough for God. I pray, wish, my life depends on whether or not I am. Most nights I feel the worst feeling in the world. Inadequacy. Worried that I am inadequate.

- Sade' Miller