I know you since I’m three or two
You know life’s hell that I’ve been through
Up, down, and up again
Rollercoaster life feels like I’m in vain
Surrender, that’s what I did
As I sink in the sea of grief
My dream is dead, I said to self
As I smell my failure’s stench
I let go, and let You lead
As my hope slowly fall asleep
At my lowest, you came finally
I touch the sky, on bended knee
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Inspired by: Touch the Sky by Hillsong
In response to Writing 201 Day 5 assignment:
Maps tell stories — about places we know and others we wish to visit, about technology and the speed with which we can traverse vast distances, and about the things we’ll see (or avoid) on our way from point A to point B.
Whether you choose to write about an actual map, an imaginary one, or just about a particular route that means something special to you, make today’s poem about a space you inhabit (or wish to. Or would rather avoid).
After I read the assignment for today, I dig into my brain to look for inspiration.
I usually listen to music while I give the assignment some thoughts. “What kind of map should I include? To whom or to what should I write an ode for?”
Then it hit me. Words just flow through me as I compose this post while listening to the song that I embed.
It felt surreal to translate into words an ode to HIM who holds my map.
It felt right to give him back the honour He deserves.
It felt good to look back how HE picked me up when I am at my life’s lowest.
Yes, this is for HIM. To HIM who holds my map.