Upon my sorrow pours my pain, flooding my life with suffering. The blue turns deeper with ever breath I exhale.

Slowly leaching forth from the depths of the darkness, my tears release agony from it’s caged room in which I grew stronger. Building strength to win this battle.

Pain is not a friend I invite over for crumpets and tea, it is my foe and greatest enemy.

I never wanted suffering, I never thought it would try suffocating me from the inside out.

For I am a candle blowing in the wind, I blow smoke to call you in. But pain decided to still the light that burns so bright. It tries to devour my flame as if I don’t hold it’s spark or kindling within myself.

Its ignorant to my strength, while pain beats loudly at my door, I am preparing for the future and nothing can still my heart.

I become a fixture, a brighter blazer than ever before. I burn for the Lord almighty. His flame never burns out.

Within the Lords heart I am rooted, my plot is firmly planted upon heavens girth. I will be reborn in heaven. Like a seed I grow underneath my Lord’s feet.

The plows are ready to sew what I reap, each grain goes to my flame feeding my soul leaving my suffering barren and defeated. I sacrificed my pain so I can live again.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton