I feel as though I am shipwrecked
on an island of misery.
Being hurt continuously by the ones
I love most.
As I repeatedly dodge the blows,
I am wounded, over and over.
For what reasons I cannot ascertain.
As I constantly ponder the question,
I build a hut, its torn to shreds…
a brick fence, broken down completely.
The boat to save me has arrived.
Within Acts 2:21, my worries are over.
written by Joan Farley Nyobe