Right in the midst of the chaos; protest, looting and the likes, my health has been challenged.
The walls have been darker than painted and most nights my prayer has been pretty simple; to wake up the next day.
Daily fear sinisterly stares
agony arrogantly looks
Life seems a callous cage,
well locked up by pain.
Wild thoughts that almost cost me my sanity
But with the inner built,
it's all in sync and harmony
A blinding bursting beam beyond the blues;
the unflinching God's faithfulness
which is as constant
as the breaking of the day,
I see, and through which I can boldly say
that I'll be okay.