broken winged
Humble Prayer Warrior
Thoughts of death run through my mind lately. Struggling not to throw in the towel due to life never going as planned no matter how much I work, fight, try, or cry out for help. I am exhausted of the same insults screamed, the same pain, the ringing of the same tune daily. The disappointment of loving with ALL my heart yet... alone. Kindness is replaced by bitterness and the reality of awakening to this lived nightmare once more feels unbearable at times. I am trying everyday to hold on till my daughter is of age or at least I can leave her well cared for because this life of mine has never been a life I can say I have lived. I have done all that I can to see the changes desired. I once thought that if you were not lazy, could picture the dream and plan steps to realize it with a realistic blue print there was nothing unreachable. To see how well ones plans work so easily for others and how much harder one must crawl tattered swollen and beat down to see not one thing change is disheartening. I have even premeditated my suicide note MANY occasions yet have lacked the courage to just let go. The stubborn fighter in me betrays me even on this. I have never been a selfish person and do not want to die as one either. I walk, talk, speak, and behave as everyone yet feel that I am murdered each day more and more inside. I pray for all of whom I love, defend and protect whom I love, and in doing so remember the love and the same protection my father gives me daily. Although I can NOT evade what I live daily nor change others I try to remember who I am through it all. This truth does become distorted at times because one get lost within the pain and anger replaces it because frustration because you can't change anything steps in. My patience is drained to the point silence works out best. The need of goodbye just doesn't wither away. It shadows me like an addiction. Has self inflection become the abuser now? I am tired of screaming inside and fighting all of the darkness on the outside. Tired of NOT being seen, appreciated, respected, nor valued. I am tired of pain and my eyes know I g only how to rain because my words seem to hold no power. In Jesus Christ name... Amen.