Perpetual sadness
Drowns my soul
some would call it a hole
in my heart
that tears me apart
as I lay my head to sleep
at night.
Frustration eats away at me
Insecurity rises
Pride ebbs and flows,
she likes to take everything
personal
much like an obsessed lover
I have yet to love.
Does anyone realize
that I'm broken?
Or am I good
at pretending?
Fake it until
you become it.
I don't know how
to go on
until I hear
a still small voice.
It says
Be still and know
that I am God.
O child,
where is your faith?
The joy of the Lord
is your strength.
I must allow this
to be the tissue
that wipes away my tears
yet just like a Kleenex,
the tears are gone
but not the fears.