I try to make it so even the way the poetry looks has meaning; I made the lines sink in, then raise back up, even as the lines get darker and it seems like I’m losing more hope. I recognize that the darkness is attacking my heart, but I let it happen, and I let myself think the darkness is right. But even as I’m giving up, and even as I’m losing hope, God intervines and lifts me up. I still feel like darkness—I feel it in me—but God’s still here, and He still wants me to accept His grace.

3.24.18