Release + Reign

Sometimes you just gotta talk to the person that feels unseen and let em know…I see you too 🫂 and you’re not alone. It’ll get better. Idk when but I learned to be ok with “soon” even with a bleeding heart. I’m tired too, I be ret ta go too, I don’t be wantin ta hear s**t either after I been drownin in folks face. I be on that nah f**k this, that and you! I be on that why am I even still tryin? Sometimes I wanna bleed all over folks just so I can feel better. But I hope that my hurt give you some hope, a reason, a connection. It’s real in the field just don’t fold 💛

The Hardest Thing I Chose Was Life

I am tired.
Soul-deep tired,
not the kind sleep fixes,
not the kind people see.

My heart puffs,
inflamed with questions
I can’t burn away.

God, I know You—
still, my trust trembles,
my hope leaks
through the cracks I can’t plug.

I want to quit.
I want the quiet, the dark,
the letting go without guilt,
the soft release.
But even in the wanting,
I can’t.

Life drags me under.
Life burns me up.
Life mocks my faith,
tests my patience,
laughs when I wobble.

And still—
I rise.
Not clean.
Not calm.
Not fixed.

Just me.
Alive,
messy,
raw,
choosing the ache,
choosing the fight,
choosing life.

The hardest thing I chose was life—
and I choose it anyway.

When Tears and Ink Meets Paper

Tears hit the page before the pen even moves.
Words tremble out of me
and land, wet and heavy,
so my chest feels lighter
and heavier
all at once.

I lie down after,
eyes still damp,
prayers tangled in my throat,
the weight pressing—but quieter now,
like it’s listening.

I rise.
Hands slick with water,
heart puffy and raw.
I move through ritual:
drink, eat, shower,
show up, touch someone else’s pain,
carry mine like a quiet shadow.

Later,
the water runs over me again.
I look at the sky.
I whisper, I hope,
I let some of it drift beyond me.

This is the pulse of release:
tears and ink meeting paper,
a confession, a prayer, a letting go,
and still—
I move, I show up, I breathe.

And here,
at the edge of the day,
I see a path.
I feel it under my feet,
soft, open, waiting.
I choose it.
I choose to rest.

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I wrote a poem today that settled in my heart and body peacefully but I don’t want to share the full body of the poem so here is a condensed version

Under the Fig Tree (snapshot)

woke heavy
sun sneaking in
conviction on my chest
Bible closed
journal empty
body tired

sat anyway

before I even spoke
He already saw me
all of me
unpolished, unearned
real

like Nathanael
under the fig tree
called to walk
called to see
called to be seen

conviction softened
confusion became wonder
peace wrapped around my chest
holy, untamed
unplanned

God’s heart
not distant
not conditional
right here
breathing through me

Krystal Reign
(Inspired by Chapter 1 of the Book of John)

Opposites attract because balance craves itself.
The weak finds strength, the loud finds quiet,
the restless finds rest.

Opposites contract because that’s how motion works.
One shortens, one lengthens,
and in the tension between them, life moves forward.

And the soul? The soul signs its contract before you even take breath.
It knows the lessons, the collisions, the loves and the losses
that will shape you into who you already are in eternity.

So maybe it’s not a question of either/or.
Maybe the answer is all three;
a rhythm written in the body,
a pattern whispered in the spirit,
a design hidden in plain sight.

-Reign

Surprise hello!!!

Something happened this morning as I’m getting ready for the day. I noticed that there is some hope missing. I’m asking myself how am I building, planning and moving but somewhere in me there is a lack of hope? So I decided to release that, I’m not sure where it came from or why now but I choose to not get swallowed up by it.

Yea starting over is hard like I said before, it’s a lil overwhelming and can be tiring but even in the middle of that overwhelm, I remember that growth doesn’t happen in straight lines. Releasing what doesn’t serve me makes space for clarity, peace, and a renewed sense of purpose.

So today, I choose to move forward with intention, even if it’s one small step at a time. What are you holding onto that’s weighing down your hope? Take a moment, release it, and make space for what’s next.

I had the pleasure of catching up with Stephanie on Tha Reign podcast and it exciting to see her loving what she does as well as living it out loud. Congratulations Steph

Broken Glass preorders are now in the trusty hands of the United States Postal Service! SAFE TRAVELS! 💌

Betting on me, again.

Planted the seed two years ago.
Watered it during my 90-day reset. l
Started classes. Showed up for me.
B+ in one, A in the other.

Not just grades, proof that when you nurture your dreams abd don’t give up…magic happens.