Date: 11-11-2027
Isaiah's p.o.v
I open my eyes and realize
I am as fragile as a newborn
baby. I should never have an
excuse for why I can't be mobile.
Life is too short for me not to wear a smile
upon my face. I have accomplished
several major milestones during my
lifetime. My life is one long epic poem,
a song yet to be sung. Imperfect, I am
a beautiful disaster coming undone.
Constantly present, brokenness defines
my personality. I am the ring master of
this crazy circus, mental chaos. I have free will
and yet still I pray Jesus may save me from
myself before I kill myself. I want him to
correct my wayward mindset and help me
out of this asylum. My past doesn't define
me, but I am grateful for it anyway. I thank
God for all the crosses that I have carried.
I thank God for the tears that I have cried
because I developed inner strength in the
aftermath.