Perfectly Imperfect

I'm a human which means I'm broken.

When you think you're unstoppable

you're mistaken. 

Life will shatter your perception,

cause you to question your reflection. 

It will alter your lens, adjust your perspective,

lead you to drop the pretenses, 

leave you defenceless.

I know this sounds cold but as life

unfolds I don't feel so bold. 

I'm fighting for resolve trying to

find light for my soul. Truth be told -

I observe the struggle...

swerve the uncomfortable.

My way out is unimaginable.

I'm searching for the unequivocal.

But the cards on this table aren't changing.

I know my way out is moving forward 

through the storm.

But I'm torn from the fight through fear.

How many times will I fall before I can finally stand firm?

Set Apart

I struggle with a corruptible nature,

yet my mind has been captured by

His Word, causing me to reverse and

change direction; escaping the tent

of affliction.

I've risen into a new life which is

as real as the resurrection. I'm no

longer bound by condemnation, as

i've been set free through the cruc-

ifixion. I love to dissolve my contra-

dictions and live to illuminate His

guiding principles which makes me

stable. I'm rooted deep within the

Kingdom growing taller than the

mountains. God's provision is like

a fountain that overflows and never

ends, enabling us to break through

that from which we contend.

I didn't always live this way. I used

to chase my desires and serve the

flesh, only to find a life of unrest and

fear. Through His grace, He steered

me back onto the narrow path. Lord,

don't allow me to compromise and

fall into demise for you are the

greatest prize, who kept me alive

for the day to finally arrive where

I was determined to live your way  -

I'm now revived.

Refine and strengthen me so that I

may bring you praise by passing

the test of faith. You are my foun-

dation - without the Rock, I'm broken

beyond destruction. Align my vision

with your will, may your plan for my

life be fulfilled. Instil unbreakable wis-

dom, which is only gifted through

Christ who is risen.

Without you I have no reason, no

desire to continue. You empower

me through the season by the fruit

of your presence. So I lift my hands

in reverence, grateful for your guiding

hand, directing my steps into the

promised land.

Therapy

Poetry is my therapy. 

If I don't talk about grey 

skies and dark days,

I'm depicting half the story.

I'm just using social media as 

a filter to hide reality.

If i have to suffer I'm taking the

pen with me. 

These lines are my weapon

like a soldier fighting against 

an enemy.

I come prepared.

These words are like stairs 

leading me out of the tragedy.

I choose to expose the pain

for when the day comes when I 

achieve victory; 

someone will have a reason

to look within and realise they

are stronger than the adversity.