Strength | A Poem

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Strength

Why do I believe the lie?

That I cannot rely on—anyone ever?

Why do I try to find strength where it’s not?

Instead of futile strength from inside of me,

I have a King of armies.

I have a body of people willing to lift me.

The enemy would rather me not.

I should have armor against the enemy.

Instead, my pride is keeping God out.

Why would I let the bad consume me.

And The One who heals out?

That’s why I do what the enemy hates and rely on one another.

That’s why I talk to God ‘bout all that’s going on.

That’s why when shame tries to consume me- is when I speak out.

(a poem I wrote when I realized I needed to let God and community into my healing process)

with joy,

MJ