Footprint

This is to acknowledge I am still here. This is a proof of my living. I am in the middle of a chaos. The battles outside are brought into my mind. I cannot sleep properly. I startle awake anxious. I am not okay. I don’t feel afloat, rather I feel non-existent. Waking up each day to do the same thing and run like a robot. I have to see myself, if no one else will. I thanked the Lord for seeing me.. tomorrow and the next days, I pray He will do the same. It is me and Him against all this. I am frail.

You will sustain me, God. Sustain me.