Poetry Section

The world is so loud. No silence to be found. We suffer in silence, with no hope or guidance. The pillow c atches our tears, making sure nobody hears. We provide our mask of smiles, so nobody judges our trials. We are so tired and worn; wondering why we were even born. Our life seems filled with endless pain. Instead of rainbows, we get constant rain. BUT THEN... God revealed Himself to me. But surely, this couldn't be. He says He is three in one. God the Father, Holy Spirit,

Have you ever felt like you didn't belong, like lyrics mimicking the wrong song? Have you ever felt like you're just in the way, when all you want is to be asked to stay? I have been a problem, since the day I was born. I was birthed into an epileptic body. I'm sure my mother was torn. Being the only girl in the midst of her three sons, you'd think I'd be somewhat special rather than shunned. But that is not how my life story goes. I'm a hidden castaway that nobody knows. In

The sirens, the honks, the engines are roaring. Silence is what my inner being is imploring. I need everything around me to just stop and be still. I need to hear from You, God, You know what I think and feel. I am hurting inside; I don't know what to do. People to say to pray and ask saying, "God will guide you". So here I am, asking and begging for You to please, silence the world just for a moment while I'm on my knees. The reigns of my life belong to You. Hearing You is e

This scripture took years for me to really understand. Pain and anger blinded me from seeing Your hand. I had assumed You cared about others but not about me. I thought I was too hopeless for You to set free. I thought the abusers in my life made me so unclean, that not even by You, I would be seen. Hence, why I questioned a lot in Isaiah 41:10. I didn't see how You helped me even way back then. I have cried my heart out to You and yelled as well. I've begged for answers only

Five steps forward; one step back. Determination is what I sometimes lack. Every time I go in reverse, lies fill my head. I'm told I am hopeless and better off dead. I feel hope for me at times, others do too. But I find hope scary...if only you knew. But without hope, there is nothing to be had. I would have to be okay with just being sad. My reflection then changes. No girl to be seen. Instead, a warrior ready to battle enters the scene. The hopeless girl is hidden inside t