The Irony of Life

Life can be so cruel
I don’t know what to do.
Crumbling in a broken world, holding on to nothing but my mind.
Looking forward to living my truth, but I’m being surrounded by the lies of the day, echoing “you’re not perfect”, ” you’re a mistake”, “you’re an abomination”.
I try to find focus and strength on a stumbling rock.
Boom!!!! I’m faced and caught up on a crossroad looking so tired. If broken was human, he would have been me.
I booked a ride to drive me outta the world, so I might find peace in the afterlife, definitely not to correct the wrongs, but rather to wronged the rights I could have made…. But who cares?!!!!
This pain is real
This pain is deep
This pain is loud
This pain is the new soulmate I rub every day just to paint a different picture of who I am and what I’m going through.
I’m tired of being tired.
No one cares about you when you’re alive and struggling to make meaning out of your life, but they’ll gather for your sake and set a table for you in the presence of your enemies when you’re gone.
Sometimes, I just wanna break down and give in, but I’m just too scared to give up.
This nightmare is hunting me even till the break of dawn, now I’m more scared to go to sleep.
And so I laugh with tears of frustration.
I dance with moves full of pain.
I write with so much affection birthed by deep affliction.
I’m a shining star still struggling to shine brighter than my darkness.
God help me walk through this valley of the shadow of doom coz it’s hard to have faith when there is no hope.


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