Poems from a Teenager
Recently, I have been going through old journals. I wasn’t sure what I would find there + truthfully I thought it would only be prayers begging for help to move past certain things in my life. So I put it off for some time, kind of avoiding it.
Today I cracked open the journals + was caught off guard by what greeted me from those old torn up pages of mine. Fear was a large issue for me growing up, but thankfully my mom always pointed me to the word. Here are a few poems from a young me just continuing to reach for freedom from fear + to keep the faith I didn’t really understand:
“Who Should I Fear?” (Circa 2003)
When I take the hand of my God wonders begin to happen
He becomes my light and salvation
Who should I fear?
Who should I fear?
No one.
When the flesh of evil appears I say
Be gone!
I shall not fear when the army of satan attacks,
I stand confident.
When my enemies attack they fall + stumble.
My Lord will keep me safe.
Who should I fear?
Who should I fear?
No one!
No one, when I hold my Lord’s hand.
“The Runner” (circa 2004)
Achy feet
Weak legs
How much further?
The race is long will I make it?
Maybe I will quit.
Everyone else is having so much fun.
They hang out + play in the water.
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You are so close.
Don’t quit now
Keep going
The race is almost over
You are making so much progress
Rely on me + you won’t have achy feet or weak legs.
I am the water drink of me.
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Look!
The end is just around the bend.
Just a little further
I can make it.
Thank you Lord for strength.
I can make it.