Baptismal Love – Day 257, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

So much talk about a sweep,
But,
Not the kind you’d expect as reality gets swept under the rug.
Mad is sin,
Running rampant in the hearts of those who mob before accounting for actions buried under dust,
Swiped away when it’s too late in the spur of the moment.
But,
Maybe,
The hard road is necessary for some.
Because,
No matter how often you plead for another to change,
The screech you belch from the top of your lungs,
May not be strong enough,
To crack through a shell harder than a heart turned to stone from its addiction to pain.
And,
For some of us,
Our hearts are too soft to inflict it upon others.
The kind of truth exuding tough love that can only be given by grace we bestow upon one another.
The kind of truth our refusal to forgive won’t allow to be heard until we’re electrocuted by our oen thunder,
After pouring rain from our eyes,
Until those within proximity are caught by the riptides…
Riptides some of us don’t get tp survive…
I guess,
It’s all apart of life,
As we’re baptised by waters we choose to drown our old selves inside of…