Floetry From the Heart

I been fighting so long, my prayers sound like war cries now. Every “amen” feels like a weapon I barely know how to swing and still… I swing. One battle after another, storms stacking like unpaid bills, grief collecting like interest I never agreed to. Every time I think I can rest, life whispers, “Not yet.” And I’m back in the ring bare-knuckled against shadows that know my name. I’ve learned silence can scream louder than any army. It echoes in my bones, those lonely nights when my heart won’t stop shaking. People say, “You’re strong you got this.” But they never see the part where strength looks like curling up in the corner of your own faith, whispering to God through tears, “Please don’t let me break again.” There’s a kind of loneliness that doesn’t just ache it hunts. It waits until your chest is hollow, until you start to believe that peace must live somewhere beyond this life. It starts whispering sweet invitations to the nothingness, convincing you that silence mig...