Bruised Before Healing
It is not painful, physically, most of the time. It simply is an IV bruised, for drawing blood samples or injections. The telltale color of black and blue lasting a few days at the IV site becomes a reminder of what had happened before. It really is nothing when the illness subsides. The bruise gets
September End
I let go of my soft pillow at last. Waking up for a brief walk in the morning breeze. The morning breeze is cooler than yesterday. It’s the end of September. We’re running with our voice echoing the beautiful hills. My brother showed me where the beautiful flowers bloom. It’s another day after yesterday; pain
Victory in Your Name
Give me a song in my heart Proclaiming your victory Put a new song in my mouth Claiming victory in Your name May I invoke Your power on my way, Leading to victory Victory over all suppression With victory’s song, I’ll march on Set afire my weaken being; refine me. I am what I am
Claiming Victory
‘It’s not real….’ It’s not real…..’ I need to remind myself again and again while struggling with the recent development of auditory hallucinations and my indispensable visit to the ER. Trying to shape my mind, in accordance with the real world, is my first step in claiming victory over it. Then, training my mind to
My Long Lost Poem
Seeking only you for now Knowing Everything is in you What a joy living a life To see your greatness To feel your love and care To see the Almighty in work. Angels kept a guard with sword on me All your creatures praise you You gave me a life To praise you till my
Insecurity and Chronic Hope
“Jesus…Jesus, heal my father…I’m afraid.” (Repeating over and over again) They were very nervous … needing solace. I saw them crying – tears running down their smooth cheek. Yet there’s no time to wipe them off. The situation got worsened – I dropped down on our bedroom floor. With their mother, they are helping me
Hide Me In Your Cloak
In extreme weather where I lived Fiery-frigid waves appalled me My scarred head’s been cold In the dungeon of suffering Hide me in your cloak My cloak has been shabby now Left here in cold and nakedness Yet I wouldn’t flee from you My heart’s yearning for you Hide me in your cloak People can
Finding Rest by the Roadside
On the way, I need to rest as soon as possible. I can sense an uninvited aura in me. But just can’t, I’m driving on a busy road. It is the second time it had happened to me during that month. The traffic is moving slowly which gave me time to react. However, it’s hard
Lost In My Own Mind
Getting lost in my own mind My eyes deceiving me worst Bungling in my familiar places My body fainting abruptly Drooping me on the floor And I sat alone as I saw none. All sounds echoing from afar My kids chatting at a distance The gong sounded inside me Tingling me fear over my body
Tell Me Why
“Dad, why are you getting sick most of the time?” gently asked my four-year-old girl. We were waiting for her school bus, nearby the busy roadside, early in the morning. Some parents dropped their children to school. I need to go slow on my driving spree. It was obvious that my child was sometimes envious