She ain’t here no more

that's no secret

she ain’t here no more
and I went to her funeral

you can’t find any potholes
to fill with your lies
you can't steal her peace
her security
her mind

she’s been filled by Him
secured fortress like the Citadelle Laferrière
defying enemies, weather, and time
with no cracks for you to leak 
through

she don’t play no stories
it’s not her job to build a narrative
she lifts her chin tall
and she speaks

she ain’t a wound to nurse no more
that’s something she bled for
and can’t shrink to fit in that pothole
just like she did
for you before

she just won’t bend 
one can choose to cuff her words
to last season
filter her voice today as weakness
but that’s just chained perception

to her
résumé virtues
can’t compare to eulogy virtues

that ink fades on paper
while the other
marks others forever

she knows that applause is not character
water can flow from dirty wells too
but drinking it — 
that’s something else
she just won’t do

tear her down?
that can’t mess with her mind
it only threatens
but it won’t undo
the healing she fought so hard for  

that weak version 
you're still holding onto
she died back there
and got buried with Him

she won’t come back
even if you resist
her change

she just—
ain’t here.
no more.

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Heart Call:

People struggle when their mental “file” of you doesn’t match your current reality.

They filter every decision you make, every word and conversation, through that old version of you. That says more about their limitations. And nothing about your growth, friend.

• How can you keep stepping in the authority God has already given you (your old self has been buried with Him)?
  (Romans 6:4) (Galatians 2:20)

• What boundaries do you need to vocalize this season?

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