Where do I go?
Who do I turn to?
When the reality of life ebbs and ceases to flow.
The anger.
The hatred.
Where does it go?
Burried beneath smiles and kind gestures.
Hoping it won't show.
Who can see me?
Who do I have?
When the people in my life say they love me but they've never seen me this bad.
It's not me that I know or even me that I show.
To the close or the far, where do I go?
God has challenged me, charged me.
To reach out and confess, but with every truth I tell I can't tell whos left.
There's no human who can see me, really see me.
Not a soul on this earth who can go with me to the depth and pull me back to safety.
The strength needed is divine, a burden only God could lift.
Where do I go? Who do I talk to?
When He feels so far like He's left.
It's Jesus, I know it is.
Jesus the one whom He sent.
To bridge the gap between me and my sin.
To lift me out of this pit that I'm in.
About the Creator
Mia Janaé Carmickle
I pray my writings would illuminate the in-between spaces of life and bring peace in the transition of what Is, what Has Been, and what Is To Come. ☼
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