Your words hurt.
Heavens doors are shut.
The sorrows that assail me are like glut.
My wrists, I wish to cut.


Empty lies my cisterns of joy.
In fuitilty I keep reaching out.
Hoping anyone will notice.

Look beyond my smiley face and emojis.
Look beyond the makeups I have donned.
For the mascara is needed to mask my pain.

Masking the fear that plague my heart.
Masking the worries that bedevil my mind.
Masking the tearlines that adorn my true face.


The lovers are out there kissing.

Mine, bae, sweet.
Affectionate terms they call each other.

Parks, Cinemas, Paris
Affectionate places they all go to to display their love.

Here am I.
A lone wolf without a pack
An alligator without a congregation.
A cheetah without a coalition.
A dolphin without a pod.
An elephant without a memory.
A lion without a pride.

None to cuddle.
None to stand with.
None to call me His own.

All alone.

In this state, I was.
Until I met Him.

'Him' who affirmed me as His special one.
'Him' who gave me a purpose to live.
'Him' who taught my mouth to sing and my heart to joy.

I met Him.
Who called me His own and never leaves me alone.
Whose banner over me is love.
Whose name is the Prince of Peace.

'Him' whose name is Jesus.
Hopeless was my name.
Worthless was my tag.

All these He changed.
Priceless became my tag
Joyful became my name


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