broken communities,
and traumatized nations.
These days I'm afraid I've only mustered the strength to
cry over my own soul.
You would think my best-friend had died
by how much I've carried on in such
immense sorrow.
I don't know when I started crying,
nor do I see an end to my despair.
I reach for hope with every new tissue I pull close
to wipe my tears.
And what do I find?
Only a deeper spot of pain,
that evokes an irruption of a fresh flood of tears.
My face feels raw and tired from the constant drying,
only to make room for more.
What can I do?
When will this end?
Is this my plight in life?
And I shall not find comfort in any of my friendships.
On the contrary, they tend to more remind me
of my loathsome state-
it's almost hard to see others smile, yet it still lifts my spirit--
to witness a smile when I'm unable to produce one myself.
God, I know that life is a gift
and I should treat it so.
I don't think I could live knowing I was the reason
Your dream of me didn't come fully to pass.
God, please save me from myself.
Please have compassion on me.
Please have mercy on me.
Please talk to me.
Please be gentle.
You see me-- I've not only left my father's house,
I've left my country too. Fully vulnerable.
Please Father me.
I've nowhere to go and no one to guide
and love me wholly.
