…Grace…

By: Okoli Stephanie Orjiugo (O.S.O)

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I’m sorry but I feel so unworthy right now

Why do you want me back?

My mind is a tangled web of imperfection

Why comb my thoughts?

Detangling those perfectly curled knots stubbornness

I’m sorry Grace, but my pride won’t let me

You knock so loud on my door, deafening me

With Mercy singing so sweetly beside you

Yet I can’t

I’m afraid that I let you in and throw you right out again

 

I’m sorry Grace but I’m a hoarder

I leave the clutter everywhere that I’m unaware of it anymore

My dark curtains hide my mess letting only a tiny crack of faith rays in

Sometimes I let those rays hit me and warm me up

Other times, I completely shut the curtain

Wondering if the rays could burn through the curtain linen

 

Oh Grace! You see, I’m the stubborn one

You gently call my name and try to reach me even when I avoid you

Why do you want me so bad?

Do you think I’m worth it?

 

For your persistence, I’ll try one more time

This time, I’ll let you help me with my hoarding problems

Change my dark curtains to Ivory

And open it wider to let in faith rays.

 

O.S.O

 

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