Breathing Toward Freedom

I breathe in God’s grace
I breathe out God’s love
Sit for a sec to remember that
You love me because
You love me

Me, who chooses ‘perfection’ over freedom
Who changes her color like a chameleon
Me, who alternately struts and hides
fumes and cries
numbs and chases highs

I try so hard
I’m so tired of trying
(I even try to stop trying)
But even then I’d be lying
if I said I didn’t still hate to fail

I try so hard not to fail

So I’ll breathe in again: grace
Slow breath out: love
Center my thoughts on the fact that you said
You love me because
You love me