Kayla E. Green: Christian, Poet, & Young Adult Speculative Fiction Author
A swivet is a riptide.
Panic consumes you.
How do you stop from drowning?
Hopelessness smothers
You need to reach out
But exhaustion weighs you down.
It’s Purgatory
Your soul is crushed, confined.
You can’t escape.
Life’s despondency.
You don’t want to die
But you can’t go on living.
Today, I had a therapy appointment. I’m so glad I did. After yesterday, I felt so lost and confused. I was trying to be still and listen, but I just felt defeated. I was ready to just give up and stay put – but I can’t get so used to pain that I forget happiness is an option.
My therapist urged me to continue pursuing my passions – writing, blogging, working with social media, and creating digital content. I’ve since applied for a couple of part-time freelance writing opportunities to do for fun and build my resume.
One thing I’m thankful for is my therapist urging me not to give up on my passions. God created these passions in me for a reason. I just know it.
Jeremiah 29:11 reads, “‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord. ‘plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'”
Proverbs 31:25 reads, “She is clothed in strength and dignity and laughs without fear of the future.”
Thank you to both Jesus and my therapist for reminding me that I should not fear the future because He has a plan for me. Thank you to both Jesus and my therapist for giving me a sense of calm in the chaos.
I Can Just Be Me by Laura Story
She had always known where she belonged.
She had always been proud of yesterday and sure of tomorrow.
She had always stood fast on the meaning of the colors within her dreams.
She was in love, she was happy, she was home.
Home is where the heart is, and hers was here, was it not?
Lately doubt clouds her mind,
Her confidence is shaken.
Who was she? Who is she?
Is her purpose what she thinks it is?
As she walks along struggling with the turmoil of loneliness within her, a leaf twirls past, Orange, like the setting sun,
Who after fighting the ever-changing seasons is seen as nothing more than an outcast of the greenery of the blooming summer.
With that second
That blink of her eyes,
She knows where she belongs
And she knows it is not here.
Thy Will Be Done By Hillary Scott & The Scott Family