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Hindered

Updated: Jun 23

When pain encapsulates 

my soul, it suffocates

my ambition, hinders

my vision, reduces the

reason - the desire to 

move beyond what

keeps me confined. It's

like being locked in a

season that never ends 

where hope descends 

and weakness rises. The

response is to remain 

isolated, to bring silence

to the noise, until i can

find my voice, the dire-

ction to escape the void.


Verse of the poem:


Psalms 66

12: "You let people ride

over our heads. We went

through fire and water but

then you brought us out

and refreshed us."

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