when i’d rather not count gifts

food in my belly, parents in my house, voice in my throat, eyes in my head… warmth in my room, breath in my chest, calls in my phone, Bible in my hands, songs in my memory… Christ in my heart. 

Me in His hand, no one to ravish me from there.

And promises in my coming days, weeks, years. 



By: Lee

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