Jesus Christ, everything is planned. I'm tired of it. Sick of it! The ambiance, the tone, how loud I breathe and how fast my heart beats, it's all up to me. Though, control of these things are hard to reach. The pressure rises from my erupting heart and causes fog to cloud my thoughts. I think so damn much, my thoughts move as fast as each withering second.
God, set me free from doubts and worries. Let my voice be one of reasoning, let my eyes see through the lies. Let me have a great deal of patience, as to match the gift I'll receive, for being so patient. Sweet Jesus, let me be as forgiving as you.
Lord, I turn myself in. No more closed throats and dry, parted lips. From now on, only flowing faith in Our plan and Our voice.
Amén.
-Hanna Guzman (2022)
