Harsh Realities...

I picked up my pen again,

This time with my voice to back me up.

That same voice , said to be timid

That same voice unheard

In this narrative, a soldier to defend my pen

Long silenced by the harsh realities

That have pushed me into a corner of my own

Hush realities.

Escaping this hush reality,

Has been nothing short of a nightmare

But here we stand again, living a new reality

I picked up my pen again,

And this time with my voice to back me up

Through no effort of my own

Take heed,

This time it is God deciding the narrative

As revealed unto "titothewriter",

He orders, that which he did not order.

Making my life a perfect example of worship,

A perfect example that He is capable

A perfect example of redemption

I picked up my pen again,

And this time with my voice to back it,

This time with Abba to decide the narrative

And this time?

We only drop it when the ink runs dry

When The Author allows the ink run dry

When like Jesus, we can say

"Tetelestai"... it is finished!

~ sae.sae

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