(Poem 9)

The four walls in my dorm room hear me cry. 
They wrap around my body like a glove.
My soul is fragile like a dragonfly
Whose wings are blown by wind and skies above.

Perhaps it’s selfish claiming there’s no hope. 
Though broken pieces never really charm.
I’m needing Someone who can help me cope, 
But worship only seems to bring me harm.

These tears collect like poison in a vile.
I hear a voice so calm and sure announce: 
“Daughter, I notice that you’ve lost your smile, 
But I have not forsaken you in doubt.”

For He who started this good work in you, 
Will bring it to completion sometime soon.