I’m on the outskirt,
Protective cloaks block my touch
I can reach them, but they don’t feel me
I tried staring, unwavering
Perhaps they will sense my eyes on them, still
There’s no response back
Must be cursed with invisibility,
Obliviated from their mind for a second time
It’s all too familiar,
Emptiness is second nature,
Nobody understands, and
Who can?
Talking about God is frowned upon
Laws and regulations, tongue tied
Can’t say God or you’ll be punished
Well my job is unfinished
I’ll be slaying the enemy ‘til my work gets published
Like that will ever happen, I cannot even pull the trigger
These poems may get lost on this screen and hard drive.
I don’t need friends to only show up when it’s convenient
I need them to always be at the ready,
Regardless of what confines us
Give everyone the best of me, and
Receive everyone’s side of ugly
Blessings I pray upon them
Curses I take willingly, warding off the enemy
So yes, I feel empty at times
Unfulfilled and exhausted
Still taking my laps when I need to go in the cockpit,
People encourage autopilot, saying I have a God complex
To stay quiet, but I can’t…
Unless you bound my hands and feet, and duct tape my mouth
I won’t deny Him,
Even if I am, I’ll still find a way to praise His name
Because of my unwavering faith, I am deadly
Because being dead doesn’t scare me
But lately, I’ve been trying to fight the war alone
Like a lone ranger,
But I need the help of my brothers and sisters
Who stand beside and behind me,
Loyalty….
But it seems like this expectancy is too rare these days,
Guardians of our hearts until it falls apart
And it will, because you cannot keep up with the enemy on your own
He will run you ragged and control you like a clone
One should be wise to resist charging into battle
Wield the divine weapons to dismantle disobedience,
Where two or more gather, there He is among them
With unwavering strength, I stand before them roaring like a lion
I am a Christian, and Christ is my King.
And if those words kill me, at least my faith was unwavering.
About the Creator
Sibley Shamra
Poetry is simply diction strung together as I see fit.
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What a beautiful warrior heart you have! “But I need the help of my brothers and sisters.” This quote was so powerful and something the we must continue to hold to as people want to continue in our strength!