They say I’m glowing // Poetry

Some have a closed mind as to what that even means.

They think of kid baring or sexual intercourse;

my glow is from my immortal King.

The one I pray too and sing.

I didn’t have a happy night.

But I received a blessed morning.

I read my bible.

I began to write my poetry, then my phone ringed.

In the mist of these three things, something changed.

As if my soul began to gleam;

I thank God for my savior who is king