TK💋

Bitch

Dear God, Universe, Ancestors & Most High sometimes my spirit is exhausted and I try to pour anyway. But you whisper that empty wells cannot give water. Help me to honor my need for stillness. Let me log off. Let me close my eyes. Let me dream. Let me paint words that remind people that naps are medicine. That silence is therapy. That rest is divine. May this prayer touch someone scrolling late at night who needs to hear it is okay to stop. It is okay to breathe. It is okay to lay down. Amen and Ashe #Rest #Healing #Peace #Faith

Dear God, Universe, Ancestors & Most High I confess sometimes I get tired of nasty energy. It creeps into friendships. It seeps into family. It slides into work and online spaces. But let me not absorb it. Let me not become it. Let me remember that my aura is fragile yet powerful. Remind me that I am light and some people hate the light because it exposes their shadows. But I will not dim. I will not shrink. I will not match their chaos. If their words cut deep I will heal deeper. If their actions betray me I will rise stronger. Teach me to transmute negative energy into art into words into prayers into healing. Teach me to stay grounded when provoked. Remind me that self-control is liberation. That I am not weak when I walk away. I am free. Amen and Ashe #PositiveEnergy #ProtectYourPeace #Healing #Faith

Dear God, Universe, Ancestors & Most High sometimes my mind races and I drown in thoughts that try to tear me down. But then I hear the whispers of spirit telling me my mind is not my enemy but my weapon. Remind me to sharpen it daily with prayer, study, meditation, and creativity. Let me write words that shift energy not only in me but in those who stumble across my posts. May someone who is lost in anxiety find freedom through the words you channel through me. May someone who doubts themselves be reminded that their mind can lift them higher than their struggle. Mind over matter means I can feel tired but still choose to finish. It means I can be broke but still see wealth ahead. It means I can be rejected but still believe in my worth. Teach me to create images in my mind so powerful that they manifest into my reality. Let me turn my thoughts into art and my art into healing. Let me never forget that nothing outside me has more power than the mind you placed inside me. Amen and Ashe

Dear God, Universe, Ancestors & Most High. Critics circle like crows, loud and relentless. But my calling is the sun—and it rises regardless. Lord, help me to walk with the quiet confidence of the sky, unbothered by the noise below. Let my steps be poetry that critics cannot erase. Let my purpose be music louder than their jeers. Teach me to honor my calling like sacred fire, untouchable, undeniable. Thank you for reminding me that destiny cannot be derailed by doubters. Amen and Ashe. #PoetryOfPurpose #CallingLouderThanCritics #FaithUnshaken #ConfidentSteps

Dear God, Universe, Ancestors & Most High. The world hands me mirrors and says, “Be like them.” But you hand me light and say, “Be like you.” Lord, let me bloom in authenticity like a wildflower in concrete, unbothered by uniform gardens. Let my truth flow like rivers carving their own path. Let my spirit sing songs nobody has heard before. Protect me from imitation that erases my essence. Remind me that authenticity is holy—that my original sound is a hymn, my realness is a prayer. Thank you for reminding me I am art, I am truth, I am enough. Amen and Ashe. #PoetryOfAuthenticity #FaithInTruth #SacredOriginal #NoCopiesJustMe

Dear God, Universe, Ancestors & Most High. Consistency is a river carving stone, slow but unstoppable. Consistency is dawn arriving daily, quiet yet undeniable. Lord, let me trust this rhythm. Let me believe that even when progress feels invisible, it is still unfolding. Teach me to see beauty in the repetition, holiness in the daily steps, poetry in the practice. Protect me from impatience. Guard me from despair. Let me find peace in knowing that steady movement still reaches the horizon. Amen and Ashe. #PoetryOfConsistency #FaithInTheProcess #SlowButStrong #KeepFlowing

Dear God, Universe, Ancestors & Most High. Closed doors once felt like walls against my spirit. I pressed my face to wood that never opened. I cried at hinges that never moved. But Lord, you showed me they were not barriers—they were redirections. You were guiding me away from harm, toward promise. Lord, let me see every no as a compass, every rejection as a lantern pointing me home. Let me stop mourning locked doors and start celebrating the pathways they reveal. Thank you for making rejection a holy reroute, a divine detour. Amen and Ashe. #PoetryOfRedirection #FaithOverClosedDoors #SacredDetours #NoAsGuidance

Dear God, Universe, Ancestors & Most High. Words are spells, whispered stars, seeds scattered into soil. Teach me to speak the life I want as daily poetry. Teach me to name abundance in the morning and whisper joy at night. Let every sentence be a prayer, every affirmation a blossom. Lord, protect me from careless words that curse my growth. Protect me from silence that delays my dreams. Let me create worlds with my tongue, rivers of possibility flowing into oceans of manifestation. Thank you for reminding me that my breath carries power, my voice carries life, my speech carries destiny. Amen and Ashe. #PoetryOfManifestation #SpeakYourWorld #DailyFaith #WordsBloom

Dear God, Universe, Ancestors & Most High. My voice is a flame, and the world has tried to blow it out. My voice is a river, and others have tried to dam its flow. But still, it rises. Still, it flows. Lord, teach me to trust this fire. Teach me to honor this river. Let my words echo like songs in the night, loud enough to guide others through their darkness. Let my voice bloom like wildflowers in cracks of silence. Lord, protect me from doubt. Remind me that my voice is holy, my truth is sacred, my sound is necessary. Thank you for making me unafraid to speak. Amen and Ashe. #PoetryOfVoice #SacredTruth #FaithStrong #SpeakUnapologetically

Dear God, Universe, Ancestors & Most High. Fear knocks like a shadow at the edge of light. It whispers no when destiny whispers yes. Lord, teach me to walk past fear into the unknown. Teach me to leap like rivers flowing into oceans, unafraid of depth. Teach me to risk like stars burning in darkness, bold enough to shine anyway. Lord, let my life be poetry written in courage. Let my story be art painted with leaps of faith. Protect me from the temptation to shrink. Remind me that risk is sacred. That fear is small compared to your promise. Thank you for making me fearless in faith. Amen and Ashe. #PoetryOfCourage #LeapOfFaith #FearCannotHoldMe #BoldAndSacred

Dear God, Universe, Ancestors & Most High. Growth feels like shedding skin, like stretching roots out of old soil, like unfolding wings too wide for a small cage. Lord, let me honor this growth without guilt. Let me leave places with love, but still leave. Let me bless people as I release them, but still release them. Remind me that evolution is sacred. That my spirit cannot shrink to fit what I have already outgrown. Lord, let me walk as poetry in motion, a story of unfolding, a testimony that growth is holy even when it is lonely. Thank you for making me more, for making me bigger, for making me ready. Amen and Ashe. #PoetryOfGrowth #FaithInBecoming #SacredShifts #NoGuiltInMovingOn

Dear God, Universe, Ancestors & Most High. The world tells me to wait for fireworks, but you remind me to honor candles. To see beauty in the flicker of small light. Lord, help me to celebrate the little steps—the bloom of a single flower, the writing of one line, the quiet progress nobody notices but me. Teach me to collect these wins like seashells, precious and perfect in their own right. Lord, let me live as poetry of gratitude, finding joy in small things while waiting for great ones. Let my life testify that every whisper of progress is holy. Amen and Ashe. #PoetryOfGratitude #CelebrateSmallWins #FaithInEveryStep #JoyIsSacred