Crying in the bathroom
Wishing I was never been born
Telling people words I didn't mean
Hurt them because of my wounded soul
I tried to run away, ashamed of who I am
But tell me how...
How could I not hear the voices telling me to go back
When it is not from the south, nor from the west
But in me.
Tell me how...
How could I be happy for being someone
if God already told me who I am going to be?
Tell me how...
How could I find freedom
if being in Him is the only place I'm free?
Tell me how...
How could I live without Him
If it is His own breath that keeps me alive?
Tell me how...
How could I run away
If whenever I go,
He's always there?
Tell me how...
How could this story end in pain
If He rose after three days?
-Yssa
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Poetries for the King
PoetryI would always love to go back to that time. The time when I was absolutely nobody, but Christ set me free. -Yssa
