We have come so far. Only because You made a Way for me.

I just stumbled upon a random blog by a teenage girl. It seemed like she was struggling with bulimia and many other issues in her life. Could see that she's someone who has a talent for writing. Haha. What was most striking about her blog were the haunting poems/lyrics/songs that she often posted. It reminded me of this:

The Morning Glory

Morning Glory, what have you done?
You've crawled all over the Daisies
And caused so much damage to them
To think Mother Daisy had trusted them to you
And yet you entwined their stems and suffocated them
You block out the sunshine
And drink the water they need
What kind of flower are you?

Laying around and relying on others
Is all you've ever accomplished
Can't you ever stand straight?
I see a tear welling up in your eye
It flows out and down your cheek and chin
Then another falls
It seems to be screaming,
"Is there anyway I can flow back
And revert the hands of Time?"
"I do not wish to to creep anymore,"
Morning Glory said
"I want to stand up tall."

******* (A day passes)

The sun comes out again
The pretty Daisies are blooming brightly
And so are the roses, carnations and sunflowers
They see traces of creepers on the fence,
But Morning Glory is nowhere to be seen
No, she's not gone
She's just lying on the floor,
Not a movement, no, not at all
She's just too tired to move, that's all.
Because she tried & tried & tried
To remove her legs and hands
Away from the Daisies
In the dark last night
But soon, she could try no more
Her neck had broke
No, she didn't die
She is only resting, that is all.

I wrote this in June 2004 (pardon me for my lack of literary skills. hahaha). As you can guess, haha, the Morning Glory in the poem refers to yours truly. I was criticizing myself for being a really bad sister because of certain things that my mom said about me. At that point of time, I really felt like I was a bad example to my siblings and that I was a good-for-nothing in this family. The poem allowed me to wallow in self-pity and pain. Haha.

But I thank God. For what He has done in my life. This past year. A spiritual family that has accepted me for who I am and who I've been. My maMa Sharon. My sistas. Always accepting, loving and encouraging.

A road that I've walked away from twice. I am back for good. God, I pray that every day I walk with You on this journey and when I'm tired, You'll rejeuvenate me. That every moment I spend with You is fantastic. That every time that I slip away, You'll pull me back again. Help me to see Your truth, Your love, each and every single day.

We have come so far. November 2007. Only because You made a Way for me.