Ironic Life.

Hello; where do you come from?

They say wherever I am; you’re there with me,

I believe in everything that I do,

those who know English; ba re ke “internal Locus of control”;

But there’s something about life that I don’t understand…

Whenever there is some challenge in y life;

Life manages to bring me back to you.

I may go around thinking that I don’t necessarily need you,

But life has a way of showing me that I need you.

I end up finding myself doing what I don’t understand how it works…

Why whenever I do it; it feels like you’ve drifted away from me

but whenever I don’t; it feels like you’re there in abundance?

Everyday I think to myself;”I’ve got to succeed”

“I can do it all by myself”,

But Life; can show me that I can’t alone.

I have two ears: one for You and one for me…

Two eyes: one for You and one for me…

Two hands: one for You and one for me…

Two legs: one for You and one for me…

Even though I don’t listen to anyone else,

I admit to giving You Little but much Will..

Please help me in my daily battles…

Be the shield that supports my spear…

Be the pillar of strength to my body as a whole…

So that I may not tire fast…

Help my eye to be observant, and my ear to be wise…

Help my heart with strength, not to be faint

and help my mind to refuse to be weak…

I think it’s time we started talking,

talk about the things that trouble me

Things that trouble me,

Troubles that make me tremble…

the tremble that weakens my feet,

my feet that try to forfeit the fight against fear,

the fear that folds itself in my mind and heart…

All the special pairs that You’ve awarded me with, I’m highly greatful…

Even thogh each counterpart fights with the other,

they end upcoming to a compromise and conclusion.

I trust You to help me right; because You and them say the same thing,

that You know me, You’ve known me and You will always know me…

That wherever I am, You’re there with me as well.

I remember this one time in my life,

You left me to wander around,

You left me to wonder who was I,

Wonder whether You were real or not

and if You were real, to which extent are you.

I followed the flock, fell and remained furious,

But then again; Ironic life brought me back to You.

They say You’re quick to hear but slow to answer;

I can’t say that I believe that,

and at the same time, I can’t say that I don’t

-Dear God.

#Victoria_the poetess.