I know I am dying and I feel death at the tip of my finger,
On the top of my eyelids and on the scars that mark up my body
Not complete death of me but death of parts that make up me
It really feels like I am slowly dying but what do I call this?
A funk, a rut or maybe it has fully progressed into depression
Some days, I am bursting with hope
Like a farmer during raining season
On days like this, I feel on top of world and above my problems
And that nothing can stop my lips from crawling into a smile
I feel fulfilled, and full with purpose and direction.
But some days, I am left to burning with hopelessness
Like a farmer during a tough season of drought
On days like that, I am completely lost in the absence of my reality
Buried deep in my pile of rubbish;
Characterised by the feeling of loss of direction and purpose
Yes, those are the days when it dawns on me that I am dying
Dying slowly maybe not shortly
I am losing air and slowly but shortly,
I am forgetting how to breathe.
Hi people! How are you doing?! I really hope that you are okay and doing alright! Please don’t forget to always try to keep your head up high and don’t ever stop trusting in God! He is always there for you:)
I know, it’s been a while since I have posted something on here and honestly, I have been going through IT! I am trying to sort things out and trying to get back here on my blog, it has not been easy but I’ll be back by God’s grace.
As always, thank you for reading! I will see you in my next blogpost:))
Take care and please do not forget that God loves you forever and I am always here rooting for you!!
