Shriveling

Wilting,
My soul,
My heart,
My body,
My will,
Wearied.

Tried, tried, tried;
Failed, failed, failed;
Irresistible,
Feeble,
Tried and tried,
Failed and failed,
Again and again,
Screw it.

Slumping down,
Sliding down,
Winding down,
My physique,
My weak self,
Me.

“There are three types of people here,
One,
Those who tried to resist,
But still fall into temptation.
Two,
Those who are expecting a breakthrough,
But still have none,
Three,
Those who are called to disseminate thoughts,
but still have no courage.”

I am all of them.

I am all three of them.

Dire straits,
I am in.

I stood up,
Got the alter call,
With a quivering heart.

I felt the tremble against my ribs,
My heart was shaking violently,
Lethargically yet viciously.

I could not help,
But shrugged back meekly,
Holding back my chest,
Like a beggar clenching on
To those worthless pieces of bread dusts.

He held my cupped hands apart,
Catching, lifting my hands up,
Surged with His power,
His unstoppable.

Renewed,
Rejuvenated,
As I proclaimed,
With an opened heart,
That everything will be permanent,
And sustainable
As the promise that He made with us.

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Hope. Joy. Feelings cloaked as words.

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