Holding Your Hand

When you are discouraged I am holding your hand Feeling your pain Reaching your heart. Wrapped around you Steadying your steps I minister with joy When it seems all is gone. I see you asleep Watching over you I ensure That none would harm you* I alone Have counted every tear Placing them in a

The Worth of Words

When I was growing up, I knew from a very young age that I was super sensitive. Words hurt me or built me up with incredible ease on both accounts. I would mull over what was said, trying to squeeze every inch of meaning out of the words. I would analyse until I could go

Fixing My Eyes

I’ve tried all week to watch a movie on Netflix but I just couldn’t settle and concentrate. At first I obsessively checked the Coronavirus death/case counts for the countries mentioned, studying the graphs, trying to predict what would happen next, awake past midnight and getting more anxious by the minute. Then I began to worship.

Beautiful

You called me beautiful; I wondered what you saw – Am I beautiful because you remember what I was, Or do you know what’s deep inside? I have known you for so many years And never once Did you speak harsh words Or make me feel small You’re a giant in my eyes – And