Hello. Okay. Hello, you guys. So I'm back with another poem. It is National Poetry Day. So hello to all my fellow birds out there. So I have something new that I wrote, and I will be speaking it. It's called Little Star. You. I lay in bed alone at night burning candles instead of obscuring the light thoughts flicker but melt like wax wondering if we could endure this love story or can this love story survive us?
Becky Butler
@bc75 · 2:22
I agree with this statement that life and death are in the power of your tongue. You can speak doom and gloom over yourself, worry and anxiety, or you can choose blessing and peace and grace and strength and rest. And both are not easy. Both paths are difficult, but you certainly don't end up at the same place at the end. One brings you to destiny, the other brings you to depravity. And it's up to us to choose the path that we go
The Poet
@Handsomelouii · 0:27
It's. Oh, my God. So, first and foremost, I want to thank you for reading and appreciating my piece. But also, I appreciate that message that you just delivered, and I definitely took it in. Thank you, and I hope you have a blessed day, and I hope you enjoy some of my other pieces that I post