VOICES

Sometimes I cannot separate the good from the bad 

The encouragement from the self-destruction 

I believe that when I begin to sink 

Sink into my thoughts of what-ifs 

What if  

I am wrong 

What if 

I am not good enough  

What if  

this is  

The end 

At times it feels I hear them the most when I am at my bottom 

when my faith is rocked  

questioning my identity  

I tend to question my entire existents  

That is when God clothes me with confidence  

reminds me in his word  

that I am everything 

he makes no mistake  

I am a child of God  

I am royalty  

The more I read  

the stronger I believe  

I was not created to have a life filled with such misery 

When my weak days arise  

I find comfort in him 

I pull out all my skeletons 

sit them at my table  

so, we can speak 

I hide nothing for the devil to use at my peak 

When you hear your voices  

remember you are not alone  

God is there  

to lead you home