A storm of greatness,
with flashes and roars of faith…
that is who I am.
Rose petals and a bottle of wine…
Sadé in the background…
moonlight in due time…
prepping for the lay down…
but what to do when a-
lone looking desperate?
Just me, myself, and I –
yet by no means helpless.
People asking, nagging me now,
with one question lousy and loud –
Who. Are. You. Lovin’.
Here in town?
How could I be lovin’, huggin’
when I’m still learnin’, yearnin’ to
More and more time and energy
thrown into the garbage…
perhaps it’s a twenty-something thing?
Perhaps it’s a constant routine
that cannot be broken
with just vows and promises and
Here I am,
living in a world with
no breaking point in sight,
and I fight to stay on top of
a romance-less environment,
dead and dying a million times over.
I’m fighting still…
the only time and energy worth giving up
in this hour.
Nightmares in the daylight…
lush, yet stark with confusion,
I awake on a weekend without labor.
Cousins and restaurants and hospitals galore,
Momma tells me what my dream has in store.
Feelings of discontent, neglect, and
physical and emotional distress…
yes, most certainly a spot-on assessment
of the present life that is D.J. Whisenant.
A soft crash…
a quiet reckoning…
a heartfelt attack.
This gorgeous melting pot
is more than a song of acceptance
in the name of love.
Wind rushes through the room,
sweeping away any thought of
Hearts are snatched,
Heads are spun,
Hands are soaked,
melting in a pot of gorgeous.
“As You Are” by Kimbra