last time I lost my mind. I don’t recall you speaking life and wisdom over me.
What I remember is you standing there, like viewing a body in a casket.
I was alive, yet barely breathing.
It takes courage to go to sleep,
knowing there’s a 99% chance, you’ll wake up living the next day on repeat.
It seems some are moving along so happily and free, while others suffer masked up in agony.
Makes one wonder what’s the purpose of carrying on, failing at life, everything’s going wrong.
Wish I could see inside that crystal ball. Is it worth it all? Gotta live in order to see and succeed. Generational chains please break them off of me! purpose and destiny we have to meet. God is the hero in my story, so I let go and let him lead, In hopes to be a testament to his glory. I long to be free and wrapped up in his healing peace.
Author Christy Angelette 
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