a little hard

A poem

Dear Jesus,
it's been
a little hard 
to process
the chaos.
A little hard 
to be myself 
in the mess.
A little hard 
to rest in 
my own skin...
When there's 
this demon 
knocking on 
the entrance 
of my dominion…
Thirsty for
Vengeance
It wants in. 
To play 
with the pieces 
of my mind--
get me to rewind.
Preying on
what's precious,
pure, and sweet 
Inside.

It's a little hard 
to focus.
When the locust 
want to chew 
whrough 
What I know--
and take
advantage 
of who I am.
Like I'm 
delirious,
and swayed by 
the current of 
What they say. 
But what can I do? 
Except pray…

Dear Jesus,
It's a little hard 
sometimes.
Even when I'm fine--
I'm not alright.
But I will be,
knowing You're mine.
To keep close 
in the chaos
since You chose
to be my security--
I seek You first 
And even when 
it's a little hard.
I know I can 
stand above
the uncertainty 
and rise in Your love 
knowing I'm free
from the shadows 
of the enemy.

I can do all things [which He has called me to do] through Him who strengthens and empowers me [to fulfill His purpose—I am self-sufficient in Christ’s sufficiency; I am ready for anything and equal to anything through Him Who infuses inner strength into me].

Philippians 4:13 AMP