Now am here,now am not
Just like blood,formed into a clot
I try to find the essence,and beauty when it’s hot
But then all fades off,the air brings it to naught
I look deep within myself,to find the broken pieces
Broken pieces?All waved off from life’s creases
Creases borne into my being,from my little uncertain pieces
Pieces I sketched off from my insecurities;
insecurities rooted from my past
A past I have no life in yet look at me now.
Am trying to move but don’t know how
I don’t know how,I wish I knew how
I wish I could sketch better,I wish I could pen faster
Faster than my pains piece up,faster than my worries wave up
Wishes,wishes;I can’t live in them
In them is no growth;my growth lies within my sketches
As I saunter back to reality;I find truth in me
I find strength in weakness;in grace borne far above me
From Him who holds my reigns;He has no name but knows all names
So in my weakness;I will call Him my strength.
He is the strength of me;He is the Lord in me
He is the Lord in us;He is who He is.
God above all: