Home again

Another bus ride, another trip home again.

Familiar place, familiar faces.

Familiar guilt.

Am I selfish for wanting to spread my wings?

To enjoy the pleasure of one's own life?

These recent months I've worked through the lonliness to begin to discover new facets of myself that I've learnt to cherish and indeed be appreciated for.

Now I'm made to feel guilty for it.

Lord, will I always have to live with this? This stigma?

Will nothing I do ever be good enough?

Let this my take flight to your lord.

May you be my comfort and strength.

Teach me to spread my wings of faith.

that you might lift me up.

Help me lord.

Let me fly away to you, with you.

For in this my strength wavers.




p.s. I apologise once again to my captive audience.
I promise I'll make sense of it all one day soon.
Thank you for listening.